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I nod. “For real. It was…magical.”

“Magical,” she repeats.

“I’ve never felt anything like it in my life.”

“Ever?”

“Ever.”

She stares at me. “Dude. Then why did you sneak out? Did you leave your number?”

I shake my head. “Nope.”

She frowns. “Why?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. I just…the thought of going through all that awkwardness was just…no. We didn’t even exchange last names, or what we do.”

“So?”

“So…it was a one-night stand.”

“Why does it have to be just that?” she asks. “Why couldn’t it be, like, a four-month stand or something?”

I laugh. “That’s stupid. I’d get attached, or he would, and I’d be tempted to bring him around Aiden, and it would just be good sex and not a real relationship and it would eventually end and Aiden would get hurt. I mean, you can’t base a relationship off of sex, even amazing, truly magical sex. It has to be based on friendship and trust and…and reality.”

Cora rolls her eyes at me. “Yeah, because that worked outsowell for you last time.”

“Your relationship with Hank,” I say, referring to her longest relationship, which ended…unhappily, shall we say. “What was that based on?”

“Incredible sex.”

“Exactly.” I lift an eyebrow at her. “And did it last?”

“For five years, yes.”

I sigh. “And do I have to remind you what happened?”

“NOPE!” she says, too loudly. “What about you, though? You and Daniel were high school sweethearts. You never even dated anyone else—like, ever, did you?”

“No…”

“So, how do you know what happened with the hottie from last night was a fluke? Or the reverse, that sex with Daniel was just that bad? You don’t know.”

I sigh. “We did break up sophomore year of college, remember?”

“For, like, two months. And then you got back together.”

“Yeah, and I wasn’t a nun for those two months, was I?”

She snorts. “No, but there was just the one guy, what, three times? Hardly counts as a broad field of study.”

I frown. “Why are we dissecting my sexual history?”

“Because you said it was the best sex of your life, and yet you’re willing to just…poof? Let it go without looking back?”

I shrug. “It’s safest.”

“Was he just passing through?”