And there it was.
No DMs! I’m dating @Rigger.
Ten Quick Ones:
All the rope!
Ace
Occasionally a brat
Cuddles and kisses
Domestic servitude
Allergic to fur babies, sadly
Obsessed with K-pop
Save the outdoors, stay inside
NOT a masochist
I hate politics
It felt like my heart had stopped.
My mouth went dry, and I stared unseeingly at the words.
I’m dating @Rigger
Buthow? What did they have in common aside from bondage? We were an outdoorsy family, for fuck’s sake. Nathan and I liked both cats and dogs, and we were definitely political. Some people from today’s generation didn’t fucking know how good they had it—or how hard we’d fought to get here.
I’m dating @Rigger
I coughed and went back to my own profile as embarrassment and anger pressed closer to the surface. Fuck it all. We were clearly done. He was moving on. He’d already met someone. I removed him from my profile, then promptly deactivated my account again.
Maybe hiding the breakup from Mikey and Lily had done me the disservice of making me hope thatmaybe…one day…possibly, it’d be Nate and me once more. We’d reunite. Maybe. But no. We were over. And I was done living in that suffocating apartment.
How can we be fucking over?
As soon as we got back to Virginia, I was gonna start looking for a house.
By the time Nate returned, I’d pocketed my phone, and I was just bracing myself for whatever. Honestly, I didn’t know if I could keep my mouth shut, if I was even supposed to, or how a potential confrontation would play out. Part of me wanted to punch him in the face. Another part was ready to beg him to take me back.
You’re dating someone, you motherfucker.
“It’s possible I’m feeling the effects of the whiskey,” he chuckled and sat down. “A cold beer for you.”
I stared at him and accepted the bottle.
Do you have feelings for him yet? How new is it? Is he good in the sack?
I twisted the cap off the beer as he opened the bag of smoked meat. A mix of jerky and sausage we’d found at a local farm yesterday. Funnily enough, when we’d bought it, I’d felt close to Nate. Like we weren’t done at all. We’d been laughing and having a good time. Even Hallie and Dylan had found us weird.
“I’ve been thinking,” Nate declared. “You should return to Mclean.”
Are you falling for him?
