Just exploring the line between rebounding and rediscovering.
Completely subjective. Could be a day. A month. A year. Could be the moment you realize your ex is a garbage person and you dodged a flaming dumpster fire.
A flaming dumpster fire?
With raccoons.
Um...okay.
Just saying. The moment you realize someone’s not your person, you’re free. You don’t owe them a grieving period.
So, no rules.
No rules. But there’s one guideline.
Let me guess. No rebounds.
Careful rebounds. Nobody wants to be the emotional stand-in.
But what if she’s not a stand-in?
Then you already know the answer.
Another pause.
So, us? Friends?
Sure. But let’s keep the mystery.
No real names. No pressure. Just drama, sarcasm, and borderline emotional blackmail.
I do enjoy emotionally blackmailing you.
And I live for it.
But you’re still Carl.
Menace. And, emoji number two. We can skate that line together.
Anytime.
CHAPTER 15
TEXTUALLY ACTIVE
NOLAN
Rishi texts me.
You. Me. Beer. Bad decisions. Let’s go.
You had me at beer. Lost me at bad decisions.
C’mon. We’ll call it “networking with benefits.”
Pretty sure I’ve already exceeded my weekly limit on both.
I’m sprawled across the couch, one leg over the armrest, the other stretched out, heel anchored to the coffee table like I’ve got nowhere else to be and nothing else to feel.
