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times…that’s obsession. That’s staking a claim.
It’s the equivalent of him peeing on your headboard.”
    “Charming analogy, Maris.”
    “Did you sock him in the nose for leaving
you the way he did? I would have socked him in the nose. Maybe
twice.” Maris pulled her hand away and captured the stem of her
wine glass between her fingers, her pretty face thoughtful. “I
still might.”
    “No,” I laughed softly. “I didn’t punch him.
I could barely remember my own name. If I see him again, I’ll
consider it.”
    “If?” She frowned and sat up. “You don’t
know if you’ll even see him again? Did you at least exchange phone
numbers?”
    The question sat uneasily in my chest. We
hadn’t. The consequences of that question caused my heart to neatly
split in two and choose different sides of the war. My body wanted
to see him again, the thought of him sent gooseflesh up my arms and
made my panties dampen. But a very dark, raw part of my heart said
absolutely not. You’ve had your fun and now we don’t ever want
to see him again . Let him rot in hell with his horrible
girlfriend whom he clearly deserves, the lying coward.
    Finally I shook my head. “A part of me
doesn’t want to forgive him.”
    “Whatever you decide to do, Kara, I’ll
support you. You’ll make the right decision.”
    “Or the wrong one.” I sighed. “Thank you for
not shaming me. I’m full up on guilt all by myself.”
    “As if. We’ve all done something we knew was
wrong for a lot worse reasons than I’m so freaking in love with
him. Now the onus is on him to do the right thing, whatever
that may be, for him and Taylor.”
    Gloom weighed me down as I sank behind my
wine glass. The sweet flavor suddenly too cloying. Along the edge
of my thoughts, fuzziness edged in, weakening my barriers.
    “The last time it was on him to do the right
thing, he left in the middle of the night and never came back.”
     
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    We slowed as we approached the subway stop,
Maris and I crunched beneath an awning to stay out of the rain. It
didn’t really help. My shoes squished noisily and sucked against
the bottom of my foot with each step.
    “I think I’ll take the train home and save
the cab fare. You good to walk the rest of the way?”
    “Yes, the adult can walk the four blocks to
her apartment, mom.”
    She wrinkled her nose at me, glanced at the
subway sign in front of us, then bounded into the large puddle
directly in my path. I shrieked and tried to dodge, but the spray
left a line of water running down my legs. She grinned like a
little girl and gave a spin at the deepest part of the puddle.
“Looks like this is where I get off.”
    I shook the water off like a dog. The wine
made me feel loose and saucy. That was the only excuse I had for
what I said next.
    “Speaking of getting off…”
    Maris lit up, round eyes widening. “That’s a
hell of a segue.”
    I blushed and turned with the sparse crowd
heading down the steps into the subway tunnels so I didn’t have to
say this loud enough for them to hear, not that they were paying us
any attention. I stepped out from the safety of the awning since it
didn’t seem to matter anyway and let the rain soak my skin and
hair.
    “Do you think it’s weird or wrong for a girl
to be into something… unusual ?”
    “Are we talking strap-ons and call me
daddy, you bad girl unusual?”
    “No…well, yes. Sort of.”
    “Why, you want to be Sean’s pony girl or
something? Because hey, I’d never judge.”
    “No, no. Not that. It’s just, I wonder
sometimes if there’s something wrong with not normal .” I
blushed and stammered as the confession spilled from me. I was
grateful for the dark and the rain so she couldn’t see. “I can’t
remember the last time I had vanilla sex, Maris. I really can’t and
that’s not normal, right?”
    “Lots of people like lots of different
things and it’s all good stuff. Honestly? I think not normal is
pretty normal.”
    Rain drops streaked my