Hooking up with my best friend’s crush
She’s been making herself scarce lately, usually rolling in after 9:00 PM with an exhausted sigh.
I kick off my Italian loafers, the leather scuffing against the hardwood, and loosen the silk tie that has felt like a noose since the elevator incident. I head straight for their bedroom, my heart hammering a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs. I’ve rehearsed the script a dozen times on the drive over: knock softly so I don’t startle her, hold out the peonies like a peace offering, and say the words I’ve been choking on. “I’m sorry, I miss you, let’s just fix this.” Simple. Honest. No legal jargon, no deflections, no games. Just the truth.
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