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He kept his gaze on me while I removed his jeans and then his underwear.
I don't know how long it had been going on, but I hadn't signed up to be with someone who went behind my back like that.
When the apartment went back to its silent watch for the night. It was the same routine on Sunday.
"Shit!" Chris gripped my hair tighter.
I've learned to find ways to see myself through the commotion.
When I wasn't doped up on cold medicine and dead to the world, I curled up in the living room mindlessly watching TV or laid in bed despite not actually sleeping. It was the latter when I heard the front door open and close and could see the hallway light turn on under my closed door.