UGLY MEN ARE LESS LIKELY TO CHEAT

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f spicy lamb noodles from the small Chinese joint three blocks down. It had cost me fifty dollars that I really needed for bus fare and groceri

o the rubber mat by the entryway. "I brought dinner. I a

gray rain outside. The only sign of life was a thin strip of warm light spilling

was followed immediately

that Trevor had fallen and hurt himself. I dropped the takeout bag straight onto the floor. The plastic containe

wn the narrow hallway, reached the end

evor was on the bed, completely naked, his broad, tanned shoulders glistening under the bed

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y against my ribs before giving a sickening, hollow th

angling violently in my clean floral sheets. He knocked the bedside lamp sideways, sending

turning pale as paper. "It...

t was completely flat, devoid of anger, tearfulness, or emotion. It sounde

ts, using her manicured fingers to push her dyed blonde hair out of her face. She looked at me from t

ition against the headboard. "You said on the phone this mor

I repeated, staring straight at her

een, a fact she never let anyone forget. She spent most of her adult life dressing in clothes meant for women my age, desperate to be mistaken fo

ne finally cracking as a surge of hot rage burst through my chest. "I gave up my ballet schol

ding on the hardwood floor, clutching the small accent pillow against his stomach. "Sh

him across the jaw with ever

p cracking. Trevor's head snapped to the side, his hair flying across his fo

throbbing with a sharp, burning stin

ter in the bed, her sheet slipping down an

've been sleeping on my living room couch for three months because your la

ing to reach for my arm while awkwardly attempting

e begged, his voice cracking with desperation

aid, stepping back into th

keys, and looked back at Trevor's handsome, ruined face one last time. He stoo

eted building hallway, and slammed the heavy apar