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“He was in mid-thrust?”
We were an hour into drinking, and Nikki jerked toward me, sloshing her drink on the way.
She didn’t notice.
“Mid-thrust.”
I’d relayed the story of how I came home early from work, heard the moaning and groaning from the bedroom, and thought Jay was watching p**n. That was it. That’s all I thought.
I should’ve known better.
I did know better. That was the thing.
I had found texts on his phone three months earlier.
Silly me, right? Stupid me, more likely.
“Four years, Nik.”
She moaned with me. “I know. Four years.”
Fuck.
Four years.
“He was my high school crush.”
“He was. You liked him for so long.”
I did.
I had.
“You were, like, pathetic about it too. Like, really, really pathetic about it.”
“Uh…”
“You wrote him poems. You
