"Love you," he said after drinking it, then staggered into the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed without even taking off his clothes.
I had been away for half a year, and just the thought of him and Ava possibly being in that bed together made me too sick to step into the bedroom. I'd rather sleep in the guest room.
There was an unfinished post on my phone. [What to do when your boyfriend cheats with your best friend?]
The top comment was. [The law can't punish him, and moral condemnation is useless. If he's sleeping with your friend, then sleep with his brother—fight fire with fire.]
So I scrolled through my contacts and found his best friend, Huston.
Huston was also in that photo, looking just as he always did, with that bad-boy look. But his eyes looked sincere, even when staring at the selfie stick.
I'd known him longer than I'd known Noah, but it was through Noah that he met me. We'd only exchanged a few words since adding each other, and I wasn't sure if he'd deleted me. So, I sent him a sticker.
A few minutes later, he replied with a question mark.
I couldn't blame him for being cold—the sticker I sent was quite cheeky, with two lines of text. [Got time? Let's sleep together.]