“He wanted to sleep with Damia.” Audrey frowned as she finished that sentence. “I suppose it’s the knowledge that I was an accident. I don’t know, doesn’t that idea make you sad? You’re not wanted, you’re just a convenience. It’s a sad feeling, but,” Audrey rolled so her back was to Ari, “that’s what happens and it’ll be what it’ll be. Can’t do anything about it, so why worry?”
She refused to look at her friend at her next sentence, “But more importantly, I think I might have liked it.”