Chapter Three“I f****d up, Sal,” I whisper, handing her one of the last bits of decoration. The party is going to start in mere moments and I’m freaking out.
She raises an eyebrow waiting for me to spill everything, staring downwards from halfway up a stepladder.
“Well, you know how I said I was going to stay away from that guy…”
“The one from Fetlife?”
“The former virgin, yeah. Well... I was kind of bored, alone. Desperate.”
“Oh for f**k’s sake, Becky! What did I tell you?” Sally climbs down the steps after hanging up the obligatory bunch of mistletoe from a hook in the ceiling.
“I mean we just talked, but I just feel so… I dunno.”
“You’re such a loser. You’re free, can do whatever you like. You have this great opportunity here to figure yourself out and instead... Jeez.”
“He’s so
