That gorgeous grin, all crooked and dimpled and full of promises. He sucked me in with his preppy good looks and little-boy grin. I really thought I was stronger than that, but Sean McCall has had a hold on me since freshman year at Briar University. I never wanted to be one of those girls who breaks up and makes up with the same guy over and over again. Stellar boyfriend doesn’t quite make his list of strengths either, at least not in recent days. Like baseball-seriously, the guy can pull stats out of his ass, even ones dating back to the sixties. And I doubt autocorrect is to blame because Sean isn’t exactly the brightest crayon in the box. And although the emotional progression from pleading to pissed off doesn’t go unnoticed, I find myself fixating on his grammatical error. They’re all from Sean, my as-of-last-night ex. There are six text messages waiting for me when I check my phone on the way out of the campus fitness center on Friday night. U didn’t mean it when u said we were done, right? After everything we’ve been thru, I deserve more then that.
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