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Show All the Variables & Other Love Stories 7 "What birthmark?" "Never mind. Did you have sex with her?" "Not tonight." Brandon studied me, trying to decide if he should kill me. I risked a chance at eye contact. "Did you kiss her?" he asked. I tried to stay calm. My shoulders and the corner of my mouth had begun to twitch. He was getting angry with my stalling, and I couldn't think of anything smarter to say, so I told the truth. "Yes." He sat down beside me and buried his face in his hands. He ran his fingers through his hair, down the back of his neck, over and over. "Why are you doing this to me?" "What?" "Messing with my head like this. Did she like it?" "How should I know? It's not like I asked." "Answer me!" "I think so. Yes. She told me not to stop." He looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "God, that slut! I know you're lying. This is too stupid to be real-it doesn't make sense-what would she want with you?" I turned sarcastic before I could think sense, "Fine. I'm lying. I'm not really with Michaela when I say I am. Give me a few minutes, and I'll decide where I go instead." "Goddamn you, don't lie to me! Okay, fine. What do you want to know?" "I don't know what you mean," I said. |