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confidence.
    “Soon, but I think we should both go to bed. It’s been a long ass day,” Con said, knowing that we both couldn’t last much longer, we needed to crash. “You can take my bed and I’ll just crash on the couch.” I got up and put the navy green pillow back on the couch, like a booger sticking onto the sofa.
    It was that bad.
    We both said our goodnights and I tucked myself in. It took me a little longer to get to sleep, my mind racing and then slowing, racing and slowing.  
    I just knew one thing; I needed to tell Blake. It was the last piece of the puzzle, the final variable I needed to solve.  
    A variable that I knew nothing about.
    That was what was the scariest part.

CHAPTER THREE

    THE MORNING ROLLED IN SLOW, creeping through Connor’s closed blinds and peaking up from over the dark blue comforter I had thrown over my head. For about five seconds, I had that feeling everyone always describes, the moment when they think everything was just one crazy dream. Then realization comes crashing into the party and locking up all the alcohol, being the Debbie Downer to everything else. I took another five minutes underneath the comforters to compose myself and prep for facing the real world. It wasn’t until breakfast when I realized I actually didn’t have any real contact information for Blake besides where he worked.
    “Jeez, I’m a slut. It’s official.” I sighed into my coffee, hot steam coming up and hitting my face.
    “Shut up, you made a mistake and you’re going to live with it. Besides, you’re the biggest prude I know. You’ve hooked up with what, two guys in your whole life?” He put his plate in the sink, framed by the dark black marble countertop that gave his kitchen a very luxurious feel, I was a little surprised at how well it looked actually, especially comparing it to the patchwork his living room felt like.
    He had a point though, I really had only had sex with two other guys before Blake, but that was only because they were both in long-term relationships with me so I really had no chance to go out and explore. It was just my luck that when I finally decided to explore, I would come back with a little surprise souvenir.
    “Fine, but I still have to deal with the whole home-wrecker thing.”
    “Yeah, that’s fucked up.” Con didn’t even deny it, coming up behind me and massaging some of the tension that was balled up at the very tops of my shoulders, just where they rose up to meet my neck.
    “But hey, at least he’s really rich,” Con said, trying to find some silver lining in all of this. I gently reminded him that neither of us was exactly desperate for money.
    “You’re right, you’re right.” He let go of my slightly more relaxed shoulders and walked over to the couch, throwing his bare feet up onto the glass table.  
    “Listen, Sky. You’re not any different than who you were five days ago, and that was a smart, driven, compassionate girl. You didn’t suddenly turn into a husband-crazed sex monster determined to end all relationships.”
    “Well, when you put it like that,” I said, jumping off the barstool and grabbing my purse from the elegant, antiquated side-table that looked a little out of place amongst the more modern furnishings.
    Patchwork.
    “Let me know how it goes,” Con called out to me, simultaneously flipping on the television and opening his textbook for Greek Mythology.
    “Will do,” I called back, closing the door behind me and feeling my pulse start to race. It was like a techno rave was raging at full steam inside me, the bass thumping away at my heart. I had no idea how this was going to go, but I knew I didn’t want to get tied up in a media shitstorm either, which seemed like more and more of a possibility as I got closer to the hospital. All that needed to happen was for someone to connect the dots and leak the news to the closest blogger.  
    But I needed to tell him, it needed to happen today.
    I climbed out of my car,