"She's Just Blunt"
He searched my face for any softening. "Helping with a back zipper," my voice finally cracked, ice splintering to reveal the freeze beneath, "requires unzipping your own pants?" Mark blanched. "Linda…" Mark’s voice trembled like autumn leaves. Abandoning the zipper plea, he adopted a new, desperate line. "Listen calmly, okay? Jenna… you know her! She's just… brutally direct! No boundaries! Raised abroad, more open-minded… She means no harm! Honestly! She acts like this—awkward sometimes—but she doesn't think!"
The Argument Erupts
He babbled, trying to step closer, halted by my glacial stare. "She treats everyone like this! Thinks she’s entitled because she’s bossy! Used to bossing people around!" he insisted frantically, trying to sanitize the obscene scene. "The coffee, the… other stuff—same thing! Pure convenience! Stop overcomplicating it! You're imagining things!" "Imagining?" I watched him scramble, defending Jenna. Weeks of suspicion, hurt, fury detonated. "Mark! Are you blind or do you think I'm stupid?!"
The Cold War Begins
My voice soared. "Direct? Direct enough for tampons? Midnight hotel dress runs? Closed-door zipper assistance?! Direct enough to unzip your own pants?!" Mark’s face cycled white, red, then grey—stunned. "What am I to you?" I stepped closer, pinning his evasive gaze. "A fool to gaslight? Mark! The proof slapped you in the face! And you defend *her*? Where’s your brain?!" Mark snapped. "Enough!" he roared, louder than me, cornered rage exploding. "This is jealousy! You hate me helping her! Paranoid lunatic! Nothing happened between us! Nothing!" That night shattered any pretense of peace.
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He searched my face for any softening. "Helping with a back zipper," my voice finally cracked, ice splintering to reveal the freeze beneath, "requires unzipping your own pants?" Mark blanched. "Linda…" Mark’s voice trembled like autumn leaves. Abandoning the zipper plea, he adopted a new, desperate line. "Listen calmly, okay? Jenna… you know her! She's just… brutally direct! No boundaries! Raised abroad, more open-minded… She means no harm! Honestly! She acts like this—awkward sometimes—but she doesn't think!"
The Argument Erupts
He babbled, trying to step closer, halted by my glacial stare. "She treats everyone like this! Thinks she’s entitled because she’s bossy! Used to bossing people around!" he insisted frantically, trying to sanitize the obscene scene. "The coffee, the… other stuff—same thing! Pure convenience! Stop overcomplicating it! You're imagining things!" "Imagining?" I watched him scramble, defending Jenna. Weeks of suspicion, hurt, fury detonated. "Mark! Are you blind or do you think I'm stupid?!"
The Cold War Begins
My voice soared. "Direct? Direct enough for tampons? Midnight hotel dress runs? Closed-door zipper assistance?! Direct enough to unzip your own pants?!" Mark’s face cycled white, red, then grey—stunned. "What am I to you?" I stepped closer, pinning his evasive gaze. "A fool to gaslight? Mark! The proof slapped you in the face! And you defend *her*? Where’s your brain?!" Mark snapped. "Enough!" he roared, louder than me, cornered rage exploding. "This is jealousy! You hate me helping her! Paranoid lunatic! Nothing happened between us! Nothing!" That night shattered any pretense of peace.
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