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PITY KISS LAURA
Josh's eyes widened for a split second, but it was gone almost immediately, replaced by something darker. His jaw clenched, and I could see his chest rise and fall as he tried to steady his breathing. "You-" He started, but then he stopped, running a hand through his hair like he didn't know whether to yell or just walk out.
"Yeah," I said bitterly, sitting up and crossing my arms. "That's the truth, okay? I thought I could just... get it over with. Like ripping off a damn Band-Aid." My voice cracked at the end, and I hated myself for it. Josh stared at me, his gaze intense and unrelenting. "With him?" he said, his voice low and laced with something I couldn't quite place-anger? Disappointment?
I scoffed. "Why do you care? It's not like it has anything to do with you."
That struck a nerve. Josh's face hardened, and he leaned down, his hands braced on either side of me. "You're seriously asking me that right now?" he demanded.
I blinked up at him, momentarily stunned by how close he was.
"You think I want to see you crying over some asshole who doesn't even deserve to breathe the same air as you? You think I'm just going to stand by while you..." He trailed off, shaking his PITY KISS
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head like he couldn't even finish the sentence.
"It's my life, Josh," I snapped, sitting up straighter. "You don't get to decide what I do or who I do it with."
"Yeah, well, maybe I wouldn't have to if you didn't keep putting yourself in shitty situations," he shot back, his voice rising.
"Wow," I said, throwing my hands up. "Victim-blame much? Good to know you think this is my fault."
Josh let out a frustrated growl and pushed off the bed, pacing the room like a caged animal. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."
"Then what do you mean, Josh? Because all I'm hearing is you being pissed off for no reason."
He stopped and turned to me, his expression unreadable. "I'm pissed off because I care, Laura. Because seeing you like this makes me want to punch something-or someone."
I froze, his words hanging in the air between us. For a moment, neither of us spoke, the tension crackling like static electricity.
"You shouldn't care," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper.
Josh took a step closer, his eyes locked on mine. "Well, I do. So, what are you gonna do about it?"
Jess's voice carried from down the hall, tinged with an almost sing-song tone. "I have chocolate, and I'm pretty sure my mother won't miss this bottle of wine!"
The sound barely registered over the pounding of my heart.
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Josh leaned in closer, his hands bracing on either side of me. The bed shifted beneath his weight. His presence was overwhelming, filling every inch of the space between us. "Nothing to say now? Lost all your words?" Josh pressed, his voice low and challenging.
I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. My thoughts were a tangled mess, every coherent idea drowned by the heat of his gaze. His eyes searched mine intensely and unrelentingly before flicking downward and settling on my mouth. My breath hitched.
It hit me like a slap: He feels sorry for me. The realization cut through my haze, sharp and bitter. If he kissed me now, it wouldn't be because he wanted to. It would be a pity kiss, a consolation prize.
"I don't need your pity kiss," I blurted out, my voice louder than I intended.
Josh froze, his brow furrowing as he pulled back slightly. "Pity kiss?" he repeated, like the words were foreign.
Before he could say anything else, Jess's voice broke the tension entirely. "Emergency chocolate and stolen wine coming. through!" she announced, her footsteps growing louder as she approached the door. Josh glanced toward the door, then back at me. For a split second, his expression softened like he wanted to say something, but the moment slipped away too quickly.
He stepped back just as Jess walked in, balancing a bottle of
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wine and an assortment of chocolate bars in her arms. She stopped in her tracks, her eyes bouncing between us.
"Uh... did I interrupt something?" Jess asked, her eyebrows raised in suspicion.
Josh shoved a hand through his hair, his jaw tight. "Nope. Just leaving," he said curtly, brushing past her without another word.
Jess watched him go, her eyes wide. "Okay, what the hell was that?"
I collapsed back onto the bed, covering my face with my hands. "I don't even know," I mumbled, my voice muffled.
"Well, whatever it was," Jess said, plopping down beside me and uncorking the wine, "you're gonna tell me all about it while we eat our weight in chocolate and get a little tipsy."
I groaned but reached for the first bar of chocolate she handed me. Maybe Jess was right-maybe wine and sugar could fix tonight-or at least dull the edges.
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