“Yeah, that sucks,” Jason says, and I appreciate that he doesn’t try to talk me out of it.
“Though,” Jason says, his tone lightening, “if she’d left the show before, you wouldn’t be having sex with her right now anyway.”
“I don’t know. She would have had her phone.” I remember the look on Becca’s face when I mentioned it, that night in my hotel room. Had she known then that this was just a fling? I thought leaving the show for me meant she wanted a real relationship, but did she actually say that or did I just assume?
“Dude, yeah,” Jason says. “I totally wish you were having phone sex right now . . .” He trails off like he realizes how weird this sounds. “Not with me,” he clarifies.
“Thanks for that. I’m going to text that quote to Emily right now without context.”
“Sweet.” He pauses. “You know she’s going to grill me for every detail of this conversation.”
“I do know.Tell her everything.” It’ll be nice not to have to tell her myself. I’m suddenly wishing I could go hang out with Jason and watchTV, get a hug from Emily and let her tell me that if Becca doesn’t want to be with me, that’s her loss.
It’s nice to remember that I have a job and friends I love to come home to.
But even that bit of comfort isn’t enough to get me even a single wink of sleep.
