87. Bitter Taste

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IAN’s POV :   “We’re just friends,” she said of him once.   Friends my f*****g ass! What I saw back there wasn’t what just friends would do. She was sitting on his lap. He was hugging her and touching her. She was letting him. And they f*****g kissed.   I had to look away instantly, but the image was already burned into the back of my eyes. I wanted to gag. I was angry, confused, disgusted, and hurt. Everything all at once. Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. My mouth fell open, but no air was coming in or out.    I had to get out of there.   Shoving past anyone who was in my way, I made it back to my car and slammed the door shut. Every time I closed my eyes, that image was all I saw. No matter how loud I screamed or how hard I punched the steering wheel in front of me, nothing could

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