“You won’t. I promise. I didn’t know she was involved in anything that happened last night,” he replied, urgency lacing his words.
“I never said you were,” I retorted, crossing my arms defensively as my heart raced in my chest.
“I can’t believe she would do something like that. I’m genuinely sorry it all happened and that you had to go through it. You didn’t deserve any of it,” he continued, his expression somber and sincere.
“Well, you’re her little f**k buddy now. Why don’t you go ask her about it?” I snapped, my tone sharper than I intended, bitterness spilling over.
“Last night was a mistake. We were both drunk, and it just happened. Honestly, I think it only happened because I was the last guy there,” he explained, running a hand through his tousled hair, looking genuinely remorse
