Over me? I said. As if.
Tara’s narrow eyes turned to crinkled slits. I would have killed for you…
But? I grabbed her shoulders. Tara told me about how she likes it rough and for a man to take control.
But you chose her over me.
You’re unbearable, Tara said. You know that?
Look, stop accusing me of cheating.
I saw it with my own two eyes.
You saw me picking out a ring.
Even… wait, for me?
I dropped to one knee. Will you marry me?
I would fucking kill for you.
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