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Sleeping with him until he moves will surely bring the type of heartbreak Teo
thought he’d inflicted. I’d be a crumbly, ice cream and pizza eating, when was my
last shower, I’m calling in sick ball of misery. He’d probably be out of my life; one
of us will find another job. He would be that distant ache. The number in my
phone that I try not to drunk-dial or call when I’m weak. The name people will not

dare to whisper in my presence.

I end my bath and wrap the plushest towel I own around my body. I grab a
glass of wine from the kitchen and mull over dilemma. If I am going to be
miserable, I might as well get as many sex memories as possible. No matter what
path I take, Henry is still going to be the guy no other guy will ever measure up to.