Chapter 102
**Sara**
I reluctantly peeled myself away from Tom, already missing his warmth. "Quick, go hide in the bedroom," I whispered urgently.
Tom's eyebrows shot up so high they nearly disappeared into his hairline. "Hide? What am I, a teenager sneaking around behind your parents' back?"
I rolled my eyes. "Just do it, okay? And don't come out until I say so."
He looked like he wanted to argue, but another insistent doorbell ring cut him off. With a resigned sigh, he headed for my bedroom, muttering something about feeling ridiculous.
I smoothed down my hair and clothes, trying to look less like I'd been caught in a compromising position with my professor. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.
And there, Matt stood in my hallway like some rom-com cliché. My ex-boyfriend Matt holding a bouquet of roses.
"Sara," he breathed, a hopeful smile on his face. "I'm so glad you're home."
I stared at Matt, dumbfounded. The nerve of this guy. "What the hell, Matt? I thought I made it crystal clear that we were done."
He dared to look wounded. "Sara, please. I just... I miss you so much. Can't we talk?"
I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms. "Talk? About what? How you couldn't keep it in your pants? Or maybe you'd like to discuss your stellar taste in side chicks?"
Matt winced. "That's not fair. Victoria was a mistake-"
"Oh, I'm sorry," I interrupted, dripping sarcasm. "I didn't realize you'd accidentally fallen dick-first into her vagina. My bad."
He sighed. "Look, I know I screwed up. But what we had... it was special. Don't you think we owe it to ourselves to try and work things out?"
I laughed, but it wasn't a happy sound. "Work things out? Matt, you cheated on me. With someone named Victoria. Do you know how pretentious that sounds? It's like you were trying to star in your Lifetime movie."
"Sara, please," he pleaded, taking a step closer. I instinctively backed up, my heart racing. "I love you. I miss you. I miss us."
I felt my blood boiling as Matt stepped closer. The nerve of this guy, showing up at my doorstep with flowers and puppy dog eyes after what he'd done.
"Oh, you miss us? That's rich. Did you miss 'us' when you were busy cheating on me with Victoria?"
Matt flinched like I'd slapped him. Good. "It wasn't like that-"
"Save it," I cut him off, holding up a hand. "You know what? Why don't you go back to Victoria? She'd love to hear how much you miss me while you're busy not keeping it in your pants."
His face fell, and for a split second, I almost felt bad. Almost. Then I remembered the gut-wrenching pain of seeing those photos and any sympathy I might have felt evaporated faster than spilled tequila on a hot sidewalk.
"Sara, please, just hear me out," Matt tried again, his voice taking on that wheedling tone that used to make me cave. Not anymore, buddy. "What we had was special. We can work through this."
I glared at Matt. "Special? Do you want to talk about special? Let me spell it out for you. We're done. Finished. This ship has sailed, crashed into an iceberg, and sunk to the bottom of the fucking ocean."
"But Sara," Matt whined, "we can fix this. I'll do anything. Couples therapy, trust exercises, I'll even let you put one of those GPS trackers on me like they use for parolees."
I snorted. "Wow, how romantic. Nothing says 'I love you' quite like volunteering to be treated like a criminal. Hard pass, buddy."
He took another step forward, and I could smell the desperation wafting off him. It wasn't a good scent.
"Look, Matt," I said, softening my tone just a smidge. "I appreciate the gesture, really. The flowers are lovely. But you know where they'd look even better? On Victoria's grave after I murder her for sleeping with my boyfriend. Oops, I mean ex-boyfriend."
His eyes widened. "You wouldn't actually-"
"Of course not, you nitwit. But the fact that you even considered it a possibility should tell you something about the state of our relationship."
He deflated like a sad balloon. "So that's it? You won't even give me a chance to explain?"
I sighed, feeling the last of my anger drain away, replaced by a bone-deep weariness. "Please. Just go. There's nothing left to explain or fix. It's over."
He looked like he wanted to argue more, but something in my expression must have finally gotten through his thick skull. "Fine," he mumbled. "But this isn't over. I'll come back, you know. I'll keep trying until you see that we belong together."
I groaned. "Oh, for fuck's sake. This isn't a romance novel. Take a hint and move on. Go back to Victoria, or better yet, find someone who can actually stomach your cheating ass."
Matt's face crumpled like a discarded love letter. He opened his mouth, probably to spew more bullshit, but I'd had enough. I snatched the roses from his hand and shoved them back at his chest.
"Here, take these. Maybe you can use them to make a nice centerpiece for your pity party."
With a final, dejected look, Matt finally got the message. He trudged away, shoulders slumped, looking like a kicked puppy. I almost felt bad. Almost.
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