Why would jace care about who I have s*x with while wearing something he gave me. He gave it to me, isn't it mine now.
Why can't I just forget about him? He's no good for Me. I know I'm not good for him as well, with what my past job was escorting.
Part of me misses it, I miss living life at the edge, doing what I want, not worrying about anyone or anything.
A knock on the door came, I got up and opened it.
"Lola, Gina," I said as I moved away so they could come in.
"I thought we were meeting later," I said.
"It's our girls night tomorrow, but we thought we should company you today, seeing as we all haven't sat down and talked about the whole best friend and boyfriend situation" Gina said.
"There's morning to talk about, I moved on" I said as I smiled.
They both look at me. I know
