“Was he hot? Or did you have beer goggles? Was he good in bed?”
I laughed. “One question at a time. Yes, he was hot. No, I don’t think I had beer goggles.” Although, of course, I wouldn’t know, because I hadn’t had the time to sober up before he’d left. “And…” I sighed. “I don’t know. I stopped him.”
I couldn’t lie about it.
“What?” Natalie asked, her disappointment showing. Great.
“He didn’t stay the night, we didn’t do anything, it was just like it always is with me.” I wasn’t going to tell her the reason why, that I was scared because of how right it felt to be with him and that I’d realized it might have been the alcohol and desperation talking. There were some things you just didn’t tell your friends no matter how close you were. I had no intention of letting anyone else know wha
