Today was going to be a slog
Lying in her bed after the party, Natalie began thinking of Aimee’s friend Niel. She didn’t understand how she could imagine someone, down to his eye color and name, before actually meeting him. Could it be that she had just created a type in her head, based on her impression of Aimee’s taste in guys? No, that couldn’t be it. Aimee had all sorts of men coming and going. Natalie wondered if her neighbor had s*x with any—or all—of them. She thought she would like to get a little closer to Aimee, enough to ask her, frankly. Just out of curiosity.
Andy found Aimee friendly and interesting, but he hadn’t fallen under her spell. Perhaps he was too focused on his internal flurry of emotions. Or maybe Aimee did move Andy, and he felt too guilty to admit it. He could
