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Laura had envied Jenna from the first time she brought Shane home. He was disturbingly good-looking, and Laura honestly had no idea how she’d landed him.

At first, she’d thought he was just there for a quick lay. That Jenna was a convenience. But as winter turned to spring, and spring wore on to summer, Shane stuck around and didn’t seem to be screwing around on her. If he was, the guy was God’s gift to sex drive because he plowed her roommate multiple times a visit as casually as if he were making a salad.

She tried to time her showers so that they’d be alone in the living room together as she passed through in just a towel. In the mornings, she wore her panties and a t-shirt and nothing else when she came out for a glass of water or to put on a pot of coffee. But they guy had never so much as glanced at her. If she didn’t have to suffer Jenna’s ridiculously loud orgasms every weekend, she’d have sworn he was gay.

Looking at him now, stepping over the guy he’d just dropped on the sticky floor like he was nothing more than a smudge of dirt, Laura realized that she never should have been jealous of Jenna.

Even high as a kite it was obvious to Laura that Shane had a soul mate. And no matter how many times he might make Jenna come, she wasn’t it.