Making Amends
Paul was everything she had ever wanted. He was the embodiment of every cliché quality she had desired, like personality, a great body, success, a killer smile. Perfect.
Now he was there, naked pressed against her, his arm cradling her against his chest.
Now she knew why Lucy kept him around.
Guilt formed into a fist and ground into her insides until she had to disentangle herself and stand, had to grab her damn phone, just to make it go away.
And she called the stupid number.
‘Hey Lu, it’s Mara. We gotta talk.’
The things she did for friendship.