I laugh. “Sorry. Painfully straight.”
“Mmm.” Molly takes another drink. “OK, but no boning Adam.”
“Yeah. And with him there, I can’t bring anyone home either.”
Molly’s lips curve into a smile. “Why not?”
My mouth falls open, and I stare at her. “What do you mean?”
“Well, he’s the one who wanted you to do him a favor right? That doesn’t give him the right to cock block you. And you know what? Maybe if you give him some…encouragement, he might leave a little earlier?”
My own smile grows to mirror hers. “Oh my god. Molly, you’re a genius! That’s it! I’ll make him want to leave! Do you think I can?”
“Depends how much you want it.”
“Oh I want it. I can’t wait to get rid of him again.”
“Then it’ll work. You can do anything you put your mind to, Jen. I know you. I bet he’ll be gone by the weekend.”
I snort. “That’s too good to hope for, but I think I could manage ten days. I mean if I can at least get him out by next Friday night, I might get laid.”
“You’re underselling yourself, but whatever. The point is, you have a plan. Now quick, let’s brainstorm all the things you guys used to fight about just to seal the deal.”
We bend over our drinks, and soon we’re giggling and ordering another round.
What with that and forgetting to eat dinner, I’m just a little tipsy by the time I trip over the threshold of my flat four hours later.
THREE
Adam
I’m so bored by the time I hear Jen’s key in the keyhole I’ve resorted to doing housework. Jen’s underwear drawer definitely needed sorting, and her panties always make my ass look amazing. I never told her I secretly kept that red thong she thought she lost.
As the door opens, I regretfully slide up my shorts over the leopard print french knickers I borrowed. “Finally! I thought you forgot about me or something.”
Jen stumbles a little and bumps into the doorframe as she enters the bedroom. “I was trying.”
I narrow my eyes. “Have you been drinking?”
“None of your business.” The way she waves her finger in my face suggests she has.
My mouth falls open. “Jen, I’ve been freaking out here all alone and you went out?” Why do I sound like a bored housewife?
She steps close, jabbing the finger into my chest. “Well in case you forgot, you broke up with me. So that makes me not your problem. I meanyounot my problem.” She frowns.
It’s hard to stay mad. Jen has always been a really cute drunk. It’s so rare for her to get drunk I forgot how cute. It makes me think of the night we met when she’d had one too many after a bad breakup and she let me take her home. “Aww, but we’re still friends, right?”
“Adam, we haven’t spoken in months. When you broke up with me you literally told me I nagged you too much, and I was no fun anymore. And then you—” She breaks off and her eyes dart around me to the pile of her underwear I might have knocked onto the floor. In my defense, I was going to clean it up, I just hadn’t gotten there yet.
Her frown intensifies. “Have you been going through my closet?”
I shift uncomfortably. “Not the whole closet.”
“Oh my god. Adam, that's just creepy. Get out of my room and stop sniffing my panties!”
Yeah, sniffing.Actually, come to think of it, I wish I’d sniffed them. Jen always smelled and tasted amazing. I can still remember the distinctive taste of her. I could never understand why she wouldn’t let me eat her out more often. I back away, hoping she doesn’t check too carefully. “Sorry. I was bored. It’s been ages and I can’t even have a wank.”
She rolls her eyes. “Again. Not my problem.”
