We should probably get going soon. She means back to The Palmer House, to pick up our bags and check out before noon. I text her back: Alright. The weight of the night before is apparent in my bones. I’m covered in Neal’s scent, the smell of him thick in my hair and mouth and between my legs, the taste of him heavy on my tongue. He surrounds me, suffocates me, and yet he’s nowhere to be found. Once again Neal’s fucked me and dashed. I swallow my disappointment and sense of shock. I refuse to allow Neal to turn me into one of those stupid girls who wear the word “doormat” like a perfect shade of lipstick. Like my mother said after Justin cheated and I sat in my bedroom, drafting the ways I could get him back: “If he’s done it once, he’ll probably do it again. Men aren’t that complex.” The smell of eggs fills my nostrils as I cross the hall to the bathroom. Ashleigh must be in the kitchen making breakfast, something I was sure she’s incapable of.
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