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“Look, I know you don’t get it,” Marc says, and he sits on the edge of the bathtub. If he wasn’t so damn serious, I would have laughed at what he looks like and taken photos to post somewhere one day. But Marc is really upset, and I fucked up, somehow.
“Then explain it to me,” I say.
“You’re not the type of guy to commit to anyone, and that’s fine. You do what you need to do. If you want to fuck around, have different girls every night, or have strippers over, that’s your business. But I love Stacey. I don’t want anyone else. I don’t want to see anyone else, or touch anyone else, and I sure as shit don’t want to fuck anyone else. And this has nothing to do with what she might think, either. I only want her. That’s what it’s like when you really love someone.”
I shake my head. I’ve never thought the way Marc does.
“Let’s say you sleep with one of those strippers tonight,” Marc says. “And tomorrow, you have to face Jenna again. What would that do?”
I frown. I didn’t think about that. But the thought alone makes me cringe. I can’t imagine sleeping with one of those strippers and then sleeping with Jenna after that. It seems…dirty.
The fact that I feel that hits me between the eyes. And it's fucking scary.
“Fuck, man, I’m sorry,” I say. “I wasn’t thinking like that. I just thought…” I sigh. “I don’t know what I thought.”
“It’s okay. But get rid of them, okay? Let’s just go out and have a few drinks as friends.”
I nod. I’ll give Marc what he wants. If that’s how he wants this, then that’s what he’ll get. I feel like shit that I put him in a position that’s uncomfortable for him.
When I walk out, Tom is getting a lap dance. Colin is on the balcony, drinking.
“You guys need to go,” I say, turning the music down.
“Come on, man,” Tom complains. "It was just getting good." He stares at the stripper who bats her eyelashes at him, but his eyes are on her tits.
I turn off the music.
The stripper gets off his lap like she can switch it on and off and walks to the door with the other girls. She doesn't give a shit about Tom; this is a job.
“What the fuck?” Tom gets up and adjusts his pants.
“Change of plans,” I say.
Tom shakes his head, but I don't care that he's fucked off about this. It's what Marc wants, and that's how it's going to be.
I join Colin on the balcony.
“We’re just going out for drinks,” I say. “I got it all wrong.”
“Shit happens." He shrugs. I realize he's out here because he's dating and doesn't want other girls, too. Am I the only one that just caught up? "Drinks sound great.”
I nod, and we stand together on the balcony while Marc gets dressed. I hear the TV switch on where Tom is sulking about his unfinished lap dance.
“I saw her with another man today,” I say. I lean on the railing and look out over the ocean that stretches toward the horizon. The sun is setting, and it's beautiful.
Where the hell did that just come from?
“Jenna?”
I nod. I told Colin what happened between us. I don't ever talk about the girls I've been with, and I'm never with them more than once. Hell, I hardly ever know—or remember—their names. That we're talking about a woman with a name, a woman I've been seeing more often...
“He was here, in the lobby, talking to her like he knows her. Like really knows her. You can read someone’s body language, and they weren’t strangers.”
“Did it look like a good conversation?” Colin asks.
I shake my head. “I didn’t stick around long enough to find out. The thing is…why the fuck do I feel this way? I don’t give a shit about other guys. I don’t care if the women find someone else. In fact, I’m happy when they do because then they’ll leave me the fuck alone. But when I saw her…I wanted to fuck that guy up. Because she’s supposed to be mine.”
“Is she yours?” Colin asks.
