She likes you, and she’s not seeing anyone.”
“I dunno,” I said. Why?” I asked again. And Natalie was one of them. She here?”
I took a sip of my coffee and stared at it as I placed it on the table, unsure how to explain the situation to Dillon when I was still coming to grips with what happened. I shook my head and said, “Nah dude. You were moving! My mom loved me, and after I was born, she finished school, leaning on her parents to help raise me since she stayed busy trying to build a life for us. Our groins were soaked, and I could only imagine what the bedsheet underneath us looked like. “Bitch…”
I snorted at his single-word response to my shattered relationship. Dillon’s sister was nineteen and wild—two things I wasn’t. “I know a few, too, and there’s my sister. To be fair, they could have just as easily been worry lines due to her moron of a husband.
