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“What would you say if I said I was sleeping with someone?”
Rachel let out a hoot that got the entire coffee shop’s attention on them. Erin gave her a flat stare, unimpressed.
Rachel shrugged. “You asked.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I. You deserve orgasms from someone other than yourself.”
Thankfully other customers seemed to have stopped paying attention to them.
“Obviously I want to know everything. Who are they? Where did you meet? When did you start sleeping together? Is the sex good? When can I meet them?”
Erin wasn’t going to answer the majority of those. She wanted Rachel to know—maybe. She was pretty sure she wanted Rachel to know, but only about the vague shape of what was happening in her life. She couldn’t tell her details; it didn’t matter that she was her best friend. Erin was grateful Rachel hadn’t been there on Christmas Eve—as soon as she saw Erin and Cassie interact, she was going to know. It’s what she did.
“The sex,” Erin paused for effect, “is outstanding.”
Rachel giggled gleefully. She singsonged, “Tell me more, tell me more.”
“This woman is just—”
“A woman! See, I knew getting away from men for a while was going to help! What’s she like?”
Erin sighed—she didn’t even mean to, but she let out this dreamy sigh at even thinking about Cassie. She shook her head like that would make the feeling go away.
“She’s ridiculous,” she said. “She makes me do ridiculous things.”
“Like what?”
“Likesext.”
Rachel pressed her lips together hard enough they went white. She was holding back her laughter, which Erin appreciated.
“Honey. Sexting is not ridiculous. You were just in a passionless marriage for too long.”
Erin didn’t disagree, but still—“She called, at the end of it.” Erin glanced around, but the tables nearest to them were empty. “To hear me.”
“Oh shit, you mean sexting like legitimately masturbating while texting?”
“What else would sexting be?”
“I sext while I’m grocery shopping.”
“What?”
Rachel shrugged. “Sometimes someone wants to sext but I’m busy. It’s not like I’m going to rush home and take off my clothes.”
That sounded absurd, but Rachel knew a lot more about dating than Erin did, so she’d have to trust her.
“Well,” Erin said. “I was not grocery shopping.”
“I’m proud of you.”
Erin rolled her eyes, even though she knew Rachel was being serious.
“So, phone sex—does that mean she lives out of town? Where have you even been lately? How did you meet her?”
“Okay, no. We’re not doing the whole interrogation thing. I just—”
