"You seem to like them well enough, too," Stasia retorted. "I can't be THAT different."
Her jealousy was probably showing, but she wasn't thinking about that at the moment. She knew she and Ethan were normally bluntly honest with each other, but she found his claims hard to believe. If he liked her well enough to kiss her regularly because she was "different," he shouldn't be fucking every skank who came his way.
"You can't just... Fuck everything with tits and then come around and kiss me whenever you feel like it. It doesn't work that way. I'm not that girl."