I wanted to believe that he was lying, I really did. However, he didn't look like a liar—not that I was totally familiar with the look of a liar. The way he calmly sat on the chair, radiating energy that he owned the ground he walked on, made it impossible for me to think he would bother to lie. I couldn't humor him by telling him that, though. He already got on my nerves enough.“How can I believe you?” I asked him, eyes narrowed.Did he think I would just believe him when he said he had no hand in it? I wasn't as naive as I was when we were in high school.He didn't answer. He looked at me as if I were an idiot. Rolling the sleeve of his shirt up, he displayed his inked arms. My eyes lingered on them more than they should have. When we were in high school, he had only a few tattoos on his body, but now his forearms were fully coated with ink. There were so many tattoos all jumbled up together that I couldn't tell what they were. However, I could tell what his most cherished tattoo l
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