I just had s3x with the person I’ve hated more than anyone since high school. And now, somehow, we even ended up at the same college. It was the worst.

After we finished, he stayed on the bed—tired, sweaty, pulling the blanket up to his chest. I stood up, still out of breath, fumbling with my belt as the room went quiet. When I glanced at the mirror, I caught sight of him lying there. His eyes… they looked so soft. So sweet, even.

No. No, John. I only did this because of that stupid argument, because you were angry—because you needed to let something out. That’s all it was. Just anger. Nothing else.