whatever comes, let it come
what stays, let it stay
As Maea started pouring out the contents of the flask, Loren raised an eyebrow. Then he just created two cups and maneuvered them into the path of the falling alcohol. Holding on tight to them with his telekinesis, he stepped forward to grip both cups firmly.”No reason, huh? So the string of failed relationships and his habit of cheating on everyone he’s with aren’t reason enough?” Snorting, he shook his head at her. ”So you’re sure he’s not seeing anyone else right now?” The challenge in his words was evident.
Letting out a huff of laughter at the threat, he fixed her with a bemused stare. ”Murder? I’m quaking in my boots.” Voice scornful, he smirked.
Rolling his eyes as she continued to speak, he sighed. ”Sure. I’m a hypocrite. And I was horny and drunk.” The admission fell from his lips without a hint of shame.
”I didn’t think it was relevant. I thought warning you that he was bad news would be enough to deter you from pursuing a relationship with him without getting into all the sordid details, since you seemed a bit sheltered.” He snorted. ”Clearly, I was mistaken.”
what goes, let go
LOREN
