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“Once a cheater, always a cheater,” Aaron’s voice comes from somewhere in the room. I open my eyes, and get a glimpse of the clock, its only 7:30 in the morning. “I think there’s an explanation for this,” Jonathan replies. I hold my breath, hoping they don’t realize I’m awake. “You mean you hope there’s an explanation for this,” Aaron argues. They’re talking in hushed voices, just inside the door. “She’s home for the summer. She’s not stupid enough to think this Nick guy would hang on for that long,” Jonathan replies, stumbling over his words. “You’re making excuses for her,” Aaron replies. “I get that you’ve been waiting three years for this moment, but you have to realize she slept with you, knowing she had someone back in college waiting for her to şişli escort return.” “She didn’t just sleep with me,” Jonathan’s voice drops. “Spare me the details,” Aaron stabs; you can practically hear him rolling his eyes. “That isn’t what I mean,” Jonathan says. “I meant that–” he stops. “I was her first.” “Talk about dropping the bomb,” I say. I get up out of bed, not bothering to cover myself. I walk up behind Jonathan, not letting Aaron see too much. Aaron lets out a low whistle. Jonathan shoots him a look, but can’t stop his wandering eyes. The two of them scan me from head to toe, taking in my 36B breasts, my flat stomach, with just the outline of abs showing through. Aaron stops his eyes and clears his throat when he gets down mecidiyeköy escort to my shaven pussy. “I think I should go,” Aaron says. “You two have stuff to talk about.” I nod to him. “Nice to see you Iridescent,” he says as Jonathan starts to close the door. “… all of you,” I hear him mumble. “When were you going to tell me you had a boyfriend,” Jonathan demands, roughly handing me my phone. “Jonathan,” I say. “Just, answer the question,” Jonathan tells me, running his hands through his hair, frustrated. “Nick and I dated all through this year of college, but before I left I told him I didn’t think it was going to work,” I explain. “Judging by the conversation I just had with him, he seems to think it’s going to work,” Jonathan says, refusing to look me in the eye. “He told me if I felt the same way by the end of the summer, we would break up,” I say. “There is nothing tying me to him.” “When I answered the phone, he didn’t even let me speak. He just said, ‘Good morning babe.’ That doesn’t sound like you plan on breaking up with him,” Jonathan retorts. “I don’t understand why you’re reacting like this,” I say. “It’s not like we’re dating yet anyway.” “Yeah well, we could be, but the fact that you cheated on your boyfriend of at least six months, says you’ll cheat on me too,” Jonathan says, raising his voice. “I gave you something I would’ve never even dreamed of giving him,” I say, in a low whisper. “Does that mean nothing to you?” “You don’t get it, Iridescent,” Jonathan says. “That means, the world, to me.” I start to speak, but he stops me. “But, I can’t trust that you won’t do to me, what you did to him.” “You left me hanging for years,” I say.