There’s a long, pregnant pause. “So you do care,” she says softly. She grits her teeth. “You make me crazy, you know that?”
“Really?” I drawl sarcastically. “You hide it so well.”
“I’m leaving.” She turns towards the car, but I can tell she’s reluctant to leave me here in front of her house. She glances towards her windows.
She’s definitely uneasy. “Emma,” she answers. “She spends the night sometimes.”
“The two of you need men.”
“Why?” she scoffs. “In my experience, men are mostly good for cumming too soon, leaving the toilet seat up, and disappearing in the morning.”
Her words are scathing, though her delivery is anything but. She sounds too tired to muster up the appropriate level of anger.
“And the asshole sitting in the Lexus over there is the one you want to hang around?” I ask
