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Wes shrugged. “It’s probably not much worse than the rebound list Anna gave you.”

I let out a sigh. “No, probably not. I’m not planning to use it though.”

“Why not? There’s nothing wrong with using unhealthy methods for moving on if it works. Do you think Anna would make me a list too?”

“You don’t want a rebound list.”

“Sure, I do. If it helps me forget Sarah ever existed, it sounds like a great idea.”

“It sounds like a terrible idea.”

“No, a terrible idea would be if we were each other’s rebound…”

My heart leaped, and I swallowed to stop myself from reacting too obviously. I didn’t think he was joking.

“You’re right. That’s a terrible idea.”

He smiled. “Okay, so I better not ask to be on your list then?”

“Wes, you don’t want that. You’ve just had too much to drink. Besides, we’re already breakup buddies. We help each other get through breakups, which is a far more important job than a rebound.”

“Breakup buddies,” he repeated. “I like it.” He smiled before his eyes became a little hazier. “I should probably get some sleep.”

“That’s a good idea. Do you need me to get you anything else before I go?”

He shook his head and started to melt back into his bed as his eyes slowly shut. “No, I’m good.” He blinked his eyes open one last time as I stood to leave. “Thanks, Isobel. You’re a really good friend.”

I gave him a warm smile in response. “Have a good sleep, Wes.”

I flicked the light off as I left the room. Poor Wes was going to feel absolutely terrible come tomorrow. I knew what it was like to wake up with a broken heart and a hangover, and I didn’t envy him one bit.

CHAPTERNINE

When I woke in the morning, it was to a stream of text messages from Wes.

Wes: Thank you for helping me back last night.

Wes: I feel like total crap today, but I think I’d feel worse if you hadn’t been there.

Wes: I have a bad feeling I was a terrible drunk. I’m sorry if I offended you at all!!! Forgive me?

I smiled and responded right away.

Me: Nothing to forgive. You were fine.

Me: You did offer to be my rebound though...

He didn’t reply immediately, and I hopped in the shower while I waited. Cress was completely passed out in bed. She hadn’t come home until late, so I didn’t expect her to wake up any time soon. As soon as I was dressed, I checked my phone again and found a new message from Wes.

Wes: Wow, drunk me has game. Who would have thought?

I chuckled under my breath and started to type a reply, but another message from him arrived before I could hit send.

Wes: Seriously though, I’m sorry.

Me: You can stop apologizing. You were in pain and had too many drinks. I’m sure I was in a far worse state last weekend.

Wes: Yes, you did voluntarily dance.