![]() ![]() “Look, let’s call it what it was back in LAMBDA two weeks ago: We’ve made out. “He was bad,” she retorted, and, sick of my stalling, reached over to grasp my hand with hers. I thought about offering to get her another drink to bide some time. I didn’t know what was good and what was bad, honestly. “He wasn’t that bad,” I argued, mostly to keep her distracted. Like, I feel really sorry for that girl he’s with right now.” “With that doesn’t count,” she said, tilting her head in Austin’s direction. “Sam’s not my concern tonight.” She looked down at her hand for emphasis. ![]() “But Sam-” I tried, and she cut me off before I could finish. My lips parted in surprise, and I looked past her, to Sam and the others. “So, that dance, then?” she asked, and offered me her hand. ![]()
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