“I’m trembling because I’m angry,” she hissed back. “I’m naked because I chose to strip myself of her. I’m walking away because I’d rather be alone than be the echo of some dead b***h you still jack off to.”
His eyes darkened.
His grip tightened on her jaw.
“You don’t get to talk about her like that,” he whispered.
“And you don’t get to f**k me and mourn her in the same bed,” she snapped.
Their breaths tangled.
Chest to chest.
Skin to skin.
Both of them trembling now for different reasons.
She yanked her chin out of his hand.
Looked him dead in the eye.
“You want to know what I meant?” she whispered. “You’ll never be able to stop thinking about me. You’ll f**k other women and see my face. You’ll try to move on and hear my voice. You’ll reach for your phone in the middle of the n
