Now I see why Princess was asking if I would get mad if she told me her dirty secrets.
I asked for dirty secrets, not tales about her sex life. To make it even worse, all the stories she had been telling me involved her ex-girlfriend, who also happened to be her partner in the act. Each new detail felt like a physical slap to my face, turning my stomach into a tight, twisted knot.
As she talked, I just sat on the floor watching her explain. I would have exploded by the second story, but I was holding on to the bargain. I wouldn't freak out. I kept repeating in my mind that it all happened in the past. It was just the past. My fingers dug hard into my clothes, my nails sinking into the fabric as I forced my breathing to stay steady, even though every breath felt hot and heavy in my chest.
