But only a bit. God, why did I drink so much last night? I knew why. It’s because it was the only thing I could think of to get my mind off what was happening in the corner of my living room. Even when I’d turned away so my eyes couldn’t see, my mind painted the picture for me: Tyra gyrating in Chris’ lap as they made out on my couch. And it was all my fault. My phone beeped and my heart stuttered. It was a message from Chris. Ignore it, Leah. That’s the best thing you can do. Just ignore it. Once I’d hid away and pretended to go to sleep last night, it didn’t take long for Chris and Tyra to vacate the apartment. I wonder if she appreciated his throbbing music as much as I did? Did they dance until they couldn’t take it anymore and had to have each other? Dammit. I had to get my mind off it. I unrolled my yoga mat in the middle of the living room and settled into my morning routine.
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