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“And then,we fell asleep on the couch together.” I still can’t believe I woke up with Elliott’s arms wrapped around me. I haven’t fallen asleep with a guy like that since high school.
Meg swirls her fry in the ketchup on the corner of her plate, leaning forward as she listens intently to my story. “No way.”
“Yes!”
“And then what happened?” Rebecca asks, stealing a fry for herself.
“Well, nothing. I had to pee and when I got back from the bathroom, he’d gone to his own room.”
“Oh.” Her fallen face matches my own.
“But it was so romantic.”
Meg takes another fry, but this time foregoes the ketchup. “I don’t know. Sexy Scrabble followed byThe Notebookfeels like it should lead to more than nothing.”
“He could be wanting to take it slow.” And slow is my jam. We can be snails for all I care as long as we end up at happily-ever-after.
Pins crash in the background and then a cheer erupts from the next lane over. Sounds like someone got a strike.
Rebecca bounces a little on the plastic chair. “Did he say that?”
“Well, no…”
“Loren.” Meg takes me by the shoulders and turns me in my chair, our game forgotten in lieu of this very vital conversation. “You know I love you, right?”
Of course she loves me, and I love her right back.
I’m starting to love Rebecca too, but that’s still new.
Meg’s sigh floods my stomach with dread. “You do this though, don’t you? You thought you and…your exwere more than you were.”
Thank goodness she caught herself before saying Josh’s name. That’s a conversation I’m still not prepared to have with Rebecca.
“Is it possible that you’re seeing what you want to see and not what’s really there?” Meg asks.
I mean, yeah, it’s possible. But Elliott was supposed to go out and he cancelled his plans to stay and hang out with me. That has to mean something, right?
Rebecca leans back in her own chair, the embroidered name on her shirt peeking from behind her folded arms. “Did you ask your roommate about it this morning?”
“He was already gone when I woke up.”
Her lips purse. “That’s not really the behavior of a doting suitor, is it?”
Dammit, she’s right. If Elliott was actually interested in me, he would’ve at least stuck around for breakfast, right?
Meg gives my shoulders an encouraging squeeze before letting her hands fall. “I say this because I love you. But you deserve someone who chooses you, who makes it clear that you’re his priority. Not another dipshit who makes you question everything.”
Her words make sense even though I hate them. If I’m ever going to get out of this situationship slump, I’ve gotta stop jumping to conclusions and live in reality, no matter how much it sucks. “How did you become so wise?”
Grimacing, she stabs her fry into the ketchup. “Let’s just say, I’ve dated alotof dipshits.”
Elliott isn’t in the apartment when I get back from work.
