Page 16 of Sour Notes
I’m sorry Mia. Would you believe me if I told you that I didn’t mean to fuck you?
Mia
Is that a rhetorical question?
Me
NO! I only trapped you there to talk to me. That’s as far as I’d gotten in my head. I wasn’t planning to, well, you know.
Mia
You weren’t planning to fuck me outside a bar when you knew exactly who I was? You made a fool of me Swayze. You broke my trust. Who does that to a friend?
Me
You’re right. I’m so sorry. There’s nothing I can say to make it better I know. Please believe me that I didn’t do it to be a dick. I just…
Mia
You were only thinking with your dick.
Me
It’s not like that. My brain short-circuited as soon as I touched you. When you responded I just…fuck.
All reason fled.
Mia
Don’t put it on me. Staying silent was a choice.
Me
I’m so fucking sorry.
I’m heading home. I think we need to talk face to face.
Mia
Don’t bother, I’m going to bed.
Me
Please Mia. I’ll be home in ten.
Mia
No. I just need space.
Me
We live together. Are you really gonna make me beg?
Mia
No. There’s nothing left to say.
Fuck.
