Are you over him yet? Or are you going to take this one to the grave?

One night Eddy comes to my place. “Pete’s getting married,” he says, sticking his hand between my legs. Even though my bed is sacred, a place I swore no man would lie in ever again, save the one who loves me, I let Eddy in it. When he is done with what he does, he drops right off, but the neighbor’s electronic bug zapper keeps me awake.


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