“I shouldn’t have shown you that, I’m sorry. I know what we need to do. We need to find you a man,” Tori notes, filling her own glass now to the top.
“What do you mean?”
Something flashes behind Tori’s eyes, a realization? No, it’s not that. It’s a hidden agenda. I know my cousin well, and in the months since the separation, she’s tried to set me up with everyone, including my sixty-year-old neighbor and once, a lesbian. Sadly, I considered the lesbian for a good ten minutes before I decided dick was just too good to pass up. Just not sixty-year-old dick.
“Maybe start dating again,” Tori suggests, sipping her wine. “It’s okay to date. It’s okay to have meaningless sex with men.”
“The divorce isn’t even final yet,” I point out, but in my heart, I know it is, and I know it’s okay to move on. I’m just not sure I’m ready. Or if the boys are. Look what Austin’s doing to them with Brie. I don’t want to be that person forcing them into an unstable environment while they’re still trying to navigate all the changes happening at home.
But then again, I think about Tori’s words. Meaningless sex. Can I even do that? Can someone like me have meaningless sex? I know Ridge can.
Fuck, there I go thinking about him again.