Page 32 of Good For Me

“I seriously doubt that.” She brings her knees up to her chest and turns her body to face me. “But forget about him for a second. How do you feel?”

I blink at her. “What do you mean?”

“The sex, dummy! You just slept with the hottest guy either of us have ever met and you haven’t said a word about how it was.”

I’m distracted by the first part of her sentence. “You think River is the hottest guy we’ve ever met?”

“Uh, duh. Have you seen those eyes? And that body.” She fans herself. “He looks like a sexy surfer hunk. Or maybe a hot rock god.”

I roll my eyes. “And he knows it.”

She tilts her head thoughtfully. “Do you think he uses that to his advantage? The rock god part, not the sexy part. Does he use his dad’s name to get women?”

“No,” I said immediately. “I mean, I’m sure plenty of those girls are mostly interested in him because of who his dad is, but he doesn’t play it up.” I think of how obviously uncomfortable he gets whenever someone plays a Ransom song on the bar’s jukebox. “I think it bothers him, actually.”

She’s grinning when I look back up. “I knew you liked him. You should see your face, bitch.”

“It’s my normal face,bitch.”

She cackles. “You keep telling yourself that.” Then she narrows her eyes. “But you still haven’t told me how the sex was. Do I need to take the margaritas away or are you going to be a good girl and start talking?”

“You’re psychotic.” I take a long sip of my drink, wondering how honest I should be. But the liquor is making me looser so I end up blurting the first thing that comes to mind. “Best sex of my life. Hands down.”

She squeals then throws her arms around me. “Jassy! I’m so happy for you!”

“Psychotic,” I repeat with a laugh, pushing her away.

“You deserve good sex! You’ve been settling for sex with Kurt for two years.” She shudders. “Seriously—when is the last time that man gave you an orgasm?”

I grab one of the few remaining wings and shove it in my mouth so I don’t have to answer. She’s undeterred, pointing at me victoriously. “I knew it!”

I toss the now stripped bone back on the plate. “Our sex life was definitely not the biggest priority for either of us.” A sharp pain goes through me. “And now that I’m saying that out loud, it’s making more sense that he would go to his secretary to get it.”

“Hey,” she snaps. “Don’t you dare fucking blame yourself. This is not your fault. He’s the cheating asshole. I bet you’re amazing in bed.”

I burst out laughing and she joins me. “You are such a nut,” I gasp out.

“You love me.”

I really, really do. But talking about love stuff—even with my best friend in the world—has never been easy for me, so instead I reach over and rub my BBQ sauce smeared fingers on her cheek. And she grins as she wipes it away, because my best friend knows me well enough to take it as the sign of affection I meant it to be.

“You know what I think is interesting?” she asks. “This shit with Kurt went down Friday, right?” I nod. “And yet you didn’t say a word to me.”

“I’m sorry—”

She holds up a hand. “I’m not mad at you for keeping it from me. But I am surprised. You might not be a little Suzy Sharer when it comes to your feelings, but you do usually tell me what’s going on in your life.” She grabs her phone from the coffee table and scrolls for a few seconds. “We’ve texted about twenty times since lunch time Friday. Twenty, Jas. And you didn’t say a word.” She peers at me over the phone. “You know why I think that is?”

“I’m sure you’re going to tell me,” I say drily.

“Because it didn’t matter that much to you.”

That hits me hard, my breath catching for a second. Is she right? Did my break up really not matter to me?

“I dated him for two years,” I say, not sure if I’m trying to convince her or myself. “Of course it was a big deal to end it.”

“Yeah?” her eyebrow arches and I know she’s unconvinced. “Tell me—have you missed him at all this weekend? Have you been moping around, heartsick? Calling your best friend and asking her to drown your sorrows in ice cream?”

“I’m not a heartsick, moping person, Brie.”