“I just… He’s kinda sexy.”
“Kind of? Sam, that’s a terrible reason to sleep with a guy. Especially one who’s married.”
“We haven’t had, like, actual P-in-V sex yet.”
I snort. “Great. That makes it better. I mean… who is he?”
“He’s just a fuckboy, Rae.”
“Ew. Even worse. Why?”
She shrugs. “I’ve been… lonely.”
“Lonely? But I’m here.”
“You’re busy.”
“Oh, please. No more than usual.”
“You fill every second of every day, Rae. You’re occupied. Doing things. For people.”
“Who?”
“Um, Hannah.”
“She’s my sister.”
“Right. So’s Otty. And then your dad, who has told you to stop getting his meds. You don’t listen. You still do it all.”
“He forgets.”
“And at work? It’s like… the Rae show.”
“What?” My stomach suddenly hurts.
“You’re busy. And I am… fine with it. But…”
“But what?”
“But my house is crap, and my roommates are a nightmare, and… you know how it is. At night.”
I do know. Sam’s scared of being alone. And she hates the dark.
“You can sleep here.”
She sighs. “Your place is already too small for you and Pepe and the… nooks. I’m not crashing here.”
“But you know I’m here. Whenever you need me.”
“Between dry humps against the wall and spankings and—”
“I am not accepting spankings at this time, thank you very much.”
Her smirk is so skeptical that all I can do is roll my eyes and shake my head and give her one of my own.
“Whatever. Just… You can count on me, Sam. To help.”
“Okay.”
