My Boyfriend’s Girlfriend
We had been together for just shy of three years, and I knew loved him with every fiber of my being.
"Maybe we should give it a moment, let them be boys." I said, but Stacy was already onto the next thing, putting her jacket on and letting her hair down.
"You're so weird. If Danny was my boyfriend, I'd race out there in a heartbeat to make out with him."
Stacy shrugged her shoulders, making me laugh. Stacy McMahon was my oldest friend, and we had a comfortable friendship since we'd known each other for almost a decade and a half. She was always blunt about how I should be more hands-on with my relationship, even though I was comfortable.