“Ugh, I don’t want to talk about this. I want to yell at you for sleeping with my…” What was Duncan? I didn’t feel comfortable calling him a friend-with-benefits, because we never hung out unless it was to fuck, “…fuck buddy.”

            “I apologized for that. I explained my reasoning. What else can I do or say?”

            “I dunno.” I sank deeper in the chair. “How can I trust you again?”

            “I’m not going to fuck Thad, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

            I snorted. “He’s in Alabama, so…”

            “Is there another way I can make it up to you?”

            I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, eyes narrowed in thought. He seemed sincere, and I found it hard to stay angry at him. This wasn’t the first time we’d had an argument of this magnitude, though this definitely was the first time Josh had fucked someone behind my back. I don’t know why I hadn’t even considered it a possibility. Maybe Josh was right—I’d started to see him as the fat, funny, sexless sidekick who would never be a threat to any of the men I hooked up with. Which made me mad, because we had dated, and the sex had been good. I should have known more than anyone that Josh had his own wants and desires.

            “My aunt has a baby shower planned this weekend,” I muttered to my lap. “I don’t want to go because I find babies gross, so it’d be nice if you could come with me.”

            “Wait, your aunt had a baby?”

            “No, not yet. But it’s due in three weeks.”

            “Aww. Wait, is this Sinead?”

            “Yeah.”

            “So this’ll be your cousin.”

            “Yeah, I guess.”

            “I will definitely go to the baby shower with you, if that’s what it takes.”

            “Okay.” I wasn’t exactly happy about it because I was still processing the leftovers of my rage, but I’d also been really resenting having to go to this baby shower, and I was glad to have someone who didn’t hate babies come with me. Josh would be much better at mingling with Sinead’s hippy friends than me, and he’d probably manage much more believable excitement about the miracle of birth.

            “Great.”

            “Was Duncan better at sex than me?” I couldn’t help but ask.

            Josh laughed. “Wouldn’t you like to know? This bitch’s lips are sealed.”

            “Jerk.” I leaned across the desk and flicked him in the arm, and Josh recoiled with a pout. I fought back a smile, because despite his crimes, I was relieved to have my best friend back.