It hit the screen and fell to the floor, useless.
He flopped back onto the bed, still half-hard and fully pissed off, and did what any modern man does when he’s emotionally constipated and low-key obsessed with a woman who won’t let him touch her feelings:
He texted Jaime.
Nate
Cap…
She left.
Like ghosted. Gone.
… am I the drama?
Jaime
you’ve always been the drama
wait did you guys finally bang or
Nate
Yeah
Like capital letters. B. A. N. G. Life changing shit.
Jaime
good for you. proud of u.
…did you ruin it already
Nate
She left last night. Straight after.
… like a DUDE.
Jaime
… okay that’s disconcerting, I won’t lie
did you cry when you came?
Nate
WTF NO. I DID NOT.
Jaime
Just tryna work out where you went wrong bro… better if you cried than have it be your thrust game
Nate
I HATE YOU.
Jaime
