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“Pretty much.”
She sighed. “I ran into Jeremy,” she said. “He told me you were in some kind of fist fight today. I’m just checking on you and brought you a bottle to show that I’m not angry anymore.”
I looked at her for a beat, trying to discern whether she was telling the truth or just playing with me. She smiled and held the bottle up again. I sighed and stepped out of the way, letting her in.
“Thank you,” she said, making straight for the kitchen. “I see you’ve already started without me.”
I closed the door and trudged back to the couch, collapsing onto it with a grunt. I could hear Hannah opening and closing cabinets, the clink of glasses, the sound of the whiskey bottle’s cap being opened. I realized that this was probably the longest time she had spent in my apartment with her clothes still on. I closed my eyes and covered my face with my arm, trying to get my head to stop spinning.
“So, are you going to tell me what happened?” Hannah asked, handing me my glass and sitting in the seat opposite me, folding her leg underneath her as she made herself comfortable.
“What do you care?” I asked.
“Come on, Andy, I called truce,” she said. “I’m trying to be civil here.”
I groaned and sat up, downing my drink
quickly and slamming the cup down.
“That bad, huh?” Hannah commented.
“You know, I’m finding it very strange that you’re actually here just to make sure I’m alright,” I said, feeling the words slur in my mouth. “After I kicked you out, and after that little piece of art you left on my door, I have to say, this is quite surprising.”
“Not so crazy after all, huh?”
I looked at her through heavy lids, frowning.
“Yeah, I know what people say about me,” Hannah said, lifting her glass in a toast. “I might be a pervert, Andy, but I’m not crazy. I’m just possessive, and I’m not ashamed of admitting it. What’s mine is mine.”
“I was never yours,” I said.
She looked at me for a few seconds, then shrugged. “We were good together. The best sex I ever had. I guess I just didn’t want to share it.”
“And the whole let’s-not-be-exclusive agreement?”
“I never said I was perfect,” she countered.
I’d say.
I rubbed my hand, trying to stop the throbbing, and only then realized the ripped skin around my knuckles. They were going to leave a nasty scab.
“Is this the point in the story where you tell me I should see the other guy?” Hannah asked, gesturing at my hand with her glass.
I chuckled. “I wish I could remember what he looked like when they pulled me off him,” I said. “I was too angry to take a proper mental photograph.”
“Bottled up frustration?” She smiled. “Is this what you do when you’re not fucking me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
She laughed and got up, taking my glass back to the kitchen for a refill.
“At least tell me this wasn’t over some girl,” she said. “Because honestly, that would just be sad.”
“Hannah, seriously, I appreciate the gesture, but I think we’re past the point where you take an interest in my life that is cute and charming.”
She handed me the refill and sat down on the couch beside me. She looked at me, hard and long, and clinked her glass against mine. “Drink up, fire man. I’m just here as a friend, if that’s okay. Nothing more. To be honest, I think I’m over you.”
“That fast?” I asked, gulping down my drink. “What happened to being possessive and all that other crap?”
