Chapter 34
“Yes,” he mumbled into his glass. “A very, verybad thing.”
I scratched my neck. “Um, why?”
He bit his lip and shooed the errant strand of hair away from his forehead. “He never shut his mouth about you. It was always Cory thisand Cory that. Drove me nuts. And he used to get this look in his eye…” His voice drifted off and he took a sip of his drink. “And that darned song…”
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s life, I guess. Plenty more fish in the sea and yadda-yadda.” He shrugged and had another sip. “But I kind of hate you.” He said in a conversational tone, as if he was commenting on the weather. I didn’t know what to say to that, so I kept my mouth shut. “Too bad, though. He has the most dreamy cock. Don’t you agree?”