She loved being different. Embraced it like a four-year-old embraced her worn, pill-covered blankie. What she hated was being just like everyone else. Wearing the same designer clothes. Clamoring for the latest celebrity haircut. Like the mind-numbed followers in high school who donned the same outfits and shared tubes of lip gloss in the bathroom. Yet somehow, in the months since she’d been seeing Miles, she felt like she was transforming into someone she didn’t quite recognize. Jamie sat on the couch, tapping one finger to her lip. She’d invited Miles to her apartment. Since that first night she spent at his place, she’d slept there at least two nights a week. But he’d never been to her place—not inside—not even once. It hadn’t bothered her before, but since her fight with Ex a few weeks ago, it was one of the many things about her relationship with Miles she began to question.
