“Stop,” I demanded, voice soft.
“Why?”
“Because it’s harder to hate you when you remember every little fucking thing about me,” I admitted.
“Maybe you just don’t want to hate me,” Valen said. “No no,” he added. “I don’t want to fight,” he told me, knowing it was coming. “Just put on the movie.”
Not wanting to talk about it any more than that, I went ahead and hit play. Then turned the volume up high enough that it drowned out the thoughts in my head.
Eventually, those meds kicked in.
Between that and the stress of the day, I managed to be out cold before Mr. Shoop and Robin ended up together.