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I catch Jake glaring at me across the table and stop twisting my hair for the fiftieth time; he’s been touchy this entire trip.

Who would have thought a week’s worth of screwing leggy bimbos would actually make him more goddamn sulky?

I thought sex was meant to put men in a great mood. It must have been awful sex.

I look him up and down trying to appraise that possibility