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heels?”
                  “Because you’re my best friend.”
                  We got to her door and Ang leaned pathetically against the wall as I fished her keys out of her purse. “Damn right I’m your best friend.”  Alas, I was also nowhere near as wasted as her sorry ass was. That’s why I’d taken it upon myself to make sure she got home alright.
                  “I fucking hate him,” I heard her grumble while I opened her door.
                  Naturally, I just had to try and get the truth out of her. “Who?”
                  Ang pouted, lost in her head, and of course she didn’t answer. I pushed her door open and grabbed her arm to lead her inside.
                  “Why do I even want that asshole? Because he is, you know? He is the biggest, womanizing asshole I’ve ever come across.” She yanked her arm away from me, stumbling and almost falling into her apartment.
                  “It really would help if you told me who you’re talking about.”
                  “Damn it, Dem.” She staggered back in my direction, grabbed my upper arms, and actually fucking shook me. “Why do I want him so much? I shouldn’t want him. He is going to break my heart if I even allow myself to really think of him that way.”
                  I latched onto her wrists and made her let go. Hell, I even shook her back just so she could feel what it felt like. “Newsflash: you already are thinking of him that way. Are you going to tell me who the hell you’re talking about?”
                  Ang gave me the mother of all disgruntled looks even though her eyes were slightly cock-eyed.  “ Non .”
                  I pointed into her apartment. “Then get your ass into that apartment, drink some water, and get into bed. I have to get my own tipsy-self home.” She sneered at me. I sneered back. I’m pretty sure both our looks were filled with some form of hate or annoyance.  It didn’t matter. When she stepped back in my direction and kissed my cheek, I returned the gesture.
                  “Thank you, love. Get home safe and text me.”
                  “You won’t be awake when I get home.”
                  She gave me that cute pout of hers and deep down I knew that whoever this guy she was such a mess over was, he wasn’t doing so well himself. You’d have to be a blind and half-dead man not to fall for Ang.
    “I love you, mon ami . You know this, yes?”
                  “Apparently not enough to tell me who this guy is. But I love you, too. Now get inside.”
                  She blew me a kiss before doing as I’d asked. I shook my head once the door slid closed. I was only fifteen blocks away from my own apartment building but there was no way I was going to walk it in my current state.
    I rode the elevator down to the lobby, eyeing my phone the whole time. Dorian hadn’t text me the entire night. Not once had I forgotten about him even with Ang being such a delightful distraction. The fact that he was so ingrained on my mind , and he hadn’t even reached out to me, hurt. I could have texted him, true, but I also didn’t want to seem like the clingy chick. He needed to take care of business, at least that’s what he said. Not letting him do so would simply show how pitifully desperate I was being inside.
    No freaking way. I’d promised myself one thing the moment Dorian and I agreed to explore each other further: I would not let him see how much it would hurt the day he walked away. His behavior right now was definitely bringing up those kinds of insecurities. Maybe I was overreacting, maybe not, but something was up with him. 
    I got lucky and was able to wave down a cab immediately. Once inside, I told him my address, and then leaned back against the seat. The ride was ridiculously short, of