Whatever happens in the end, she said, I don’t want to lose you as my friend. He stared into her eyes. I promise I will never be your friend, no matter what, ever. Her lips parted. Her voice cracked. If we fuck, I’m going to feel like shit tomorrow. That’s OK with me, he said. He lifted her blouse over her head. She was naked. I love you, she said. I never hurt you on purpose. He nodded. I don’t care.
He would not be going to Italy
Jack’s short story from “The Darjeeling Express"