“It was so f*****g passionate. We used to bite and claw and try to tear each other apart before we made each other come. It was a bloody mess. God only knows how many sets of sheets we ruined.”
I stand there, listening unwillingly, with my heart beating hard against my chest. I’m terrified to even glance at my phone in case she decides to stomp on it or something. If I lose that, I truly have nothing.
“Every time we had s*x, we were left with the scars of our lovemaking. He probably still has some of those marks.”
She says it like it’s a good thing. Like it’s a testament to their love.
“Sounds like you were at war even when you had sex.”
She shrugs. “That’s when you know it’s real.”
“Oh my God,” I whisper as the dots connect in my head. “That’s why…”
She narrows her eyes at me.
“Yo
