"But it is her." Mary Anne couldn't help but continue, although she also felt slightly satisfied. He had admitted it should have been her. But it wasn't. "It is her."
She was so upset, and so disappointed, she could hardly contain it, so she lashed out instead, "Sorry, I didn't think I'd actually have to tell you I wanted to sleep with you," she rolled her eyes, trying to keep her voice at a whisper this time, "I just figured it would happen. And be romantic. And the way I always imagined it would be with you. Because we wouldn't plan it...we would just know."