Grinning, Lynne shook her head at his incredulous look. He knew he could be an asshole; he wasn't fooling her. In fact, sometimes Lynne even wondered if he actually was proud of it once in a while. It wouldn't surprise her if he was.
"I know you better than probably anyone, Matty," she pointed out, raising her eyebrows at him. "Even you have to admit that."
And she did. She knew everything from how he took his coffee to how he liked to be fucked and back again. Everything from his pant size to the real meaning behind some of the facial expressions he used to try to hide what he was really thinking at any given time. Back then, sometimes she thought she knew him better than she knew herself. She probably wasn't wrong. It was almost uncomfortable to know that much about him and just be sitting across the table sipping cappuccino with him like the was a practical stranger, but there it was.