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‘Not a word.’

She shakes her head. ‘What the hell was he thinking?’ I don’t answer, and she wraps her arms around me, pulling me back on the bed. ‘It’s okay. It was just a kiss. Don’t let it eat you up.’

I smile and push myself up, then stand.

‘Come on. Bree will be here soon.’

Some Of Them Go In Your Ass

Cara

Bree picked us upand drove us to her house. It’s cute, just along from the diner, a wee semi-detached cottage with red brick walls and a neat little garden to the front.

Once inside, Zoe turned on some music and opened some wine, and Bree served up the pizzas and potato skins she’d cooked.

‘I do love a girls’ night,’ Zoe says brightly, holding up her glass to the middle of the table, and we all raise ours to meet it. Bree and Missy agree, and I decide to own my truth.

‘This is my first.’ All eyes turn to me, and I laugh. ‘I did tell you I haven’t had friends before. I wasn’t joking. People generally don’t like me.’

‘See, how can that be true? You are the sweetest,’ Zoe says before taking a bite of pizza.

‘You’re funny too.’ Bree adds.

‘Let’s not forget smokin’ hot,’ Missy gives her two pennies' worth, and I snort very inelegantly. ‘Well, until you madethatnoise.’

The cackles that erupt fill my heart with joy unlike any I’ve ever known. This is what it’s like to have friends, and I love it.

Girls’ night is so fun, and it’s safe to say I’ve had a little more to drink than I usually do. We laughed, joked, and got to know each other. I’ve listened to their stories about their exes and told them about Jamie, who they agreed was atotal douche. Now we’re on to hearing Zoe talk about the recent dates that she’s been on because she feels like her biological clock is ticking and wants to find the father of her future children.

‘Yeah, he was nice. He was handsome, and he paid for dinner even after encouraging me to get dessert and drink another cocktail.’

I laugh at that.

‘So, did you sleep with him?’ Missy asks nonchalantly, and I feel my lips part in shock. She only met Zoe tonight, so that seems a little personal.

‘Well, there wasn’t a whole lot of sleeping going on.’

I turn my surprise on Zoe as they laugh, and she shrugs nonchalantly.

‘And was he good? Because you can’t spend eternity with a bad lay,’ Bree adds, and Zoe nods, yes.

‘Well, I guess. It was okay.’

‘Goddam, it has been so long since I got fucked, like really fucked.’ Bree sighs, and Missy nods her agreement.

‘Mhmm, it ain’t the same when you have to get yourself there.’

They all laugh, and I try to join in, but this subject is so alien to me.

‘What is the best sex you ever had?’ Missy asks.

‘Oh, easy,’ Bree holds up her glass as Zoe starts to refill. ‘Tristan Beaumont.’

‘Tristan?’ I say, surprised. The guy from the bar.

‘Yes,’ Bree smirks, ‘your dancing partner. He lives next door, so he’s convenient. He’s a jackass, but my god, he’s good with his hands.’ She rolls her eyes and falls back against the sofa. ‘Ugh, that is some good dick.’

I release a shocked laugh.

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