I managed to get through the s*x part just fine—at least for Fred—and thank God I didn’t screw things up by accidentally saying Marco’s name. If I had, I can’t even imagine how Fred would’ve felt.
My reflection in the bathroom mirror showed someone more confident, fresher, and… happier. Sleeping with Fred helped me stop wallowing over what Marco did to me. It also made me feel less pathetic, like I’d proven to myself that I could kiss (and screw) someone right after Marco decided I was only worth kissing as a transactional debt—something for his gain. And definitely not an emotional gain.
My cell phone rang from inside my bag. Absolutely it was Kim.
"Leanne, where are you?" I could hear her lowering her voice.
I leaned against the edge of the bathroom counter. "I'm with someone, no ne
