Chapter 153

  Marcus glares at Sarah as he leaves the apartment, his bag over his shoulder as he heads out. She throws him a haughty look and turns back to me on the couch; they have been arguing over something pointless, and now he is going to work. Apparently, this is normal for them.

  We’re huddled together under a warm quilt, drinking hot chocolate; my emotions are calm finally. I haven’t been able to tell her everything, there is too much to tell, too much to explain, and I am still unable to just open up, even to her.

  Baby steps.

  She knows the basics of the story, how things built up to the last few days in the hotel room and having sex with Jake, then the appearance of Marissa and the final breaking of my heart on that horrible flight home.

  “What was it like?” she asks. There’s nothing in her face except curiosity maybe, trying to understand me, understand what I’m feeling. “Sex with him, I mean.”