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porno. “Damn, baby. You look so hot right now. Since my hands are full,” I give her ass a squeeze and she moans even louder, “you’re gonna have to play with your nipples for me.”
    She gently circles the pink buds, and her hips move faster. I can’t take it much longer. “Squeeze them harder and ride me like you mean it. Make yourself come.”
    Her movements speed up as she pinches and pulls. She cries out and I press her against the wall and pound into her harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone in my life. I’m not sure if she comes again or is still coming from the first time, but I finally let go. Normally when I come, everything goes black and nothing else exists. But this time, I see fucking color, and it pisses me off. Her beautiful face is satisfied and smiling in front of me. She thinks this means something; her eyes are telling me that. It can’t. It can’t mean anything.
    I pull out and yank my pants up, not bothering to grab my shirt. I give her a hard kiss, before sealing my fate. “I knew you’d be a good lay.”

5
    Courtney
    I’M GLAD SAM SLAMS the door so he can’t see the pained expression that I’m sure is on my face. Hearts and flowers weren’t an expectation but a brushoff like a hooker? That hurt.
    Since I’m still riding the waves from the most intense orgasm of my life, I use that high to climb upstairs. Still flying, I clean up in the bathroom and check on Ben. It’s not until I get under the covers and the high fades that the tears fall. Loneliness takes hold, and I shove my face in the pillow to drown my sorrows. I hate feeling weak like I do right now. As I fall asleep, visions of Sam’s eyes, so bright when he was inside of me, fill my mind, and for a brief moment, I thought I mattered to someone aside from my son.
    * * *
    A week later, Mona and I are finishing our lunch when I almost choke at her admission.
    “He asked about you again. And I gave him your number.” She ducks to avoid the bundled up napkin that I throw at her.
    “Why in the hell did you do that?” I don’t want to be set up . . . it’s desperate.
    “Because,” she says as she wipes the condensation off her iced latte, “you’re my best friend. Have been for years. And I can’t stand to see you hurting.”
    “I’m fine.” When I drink the last of my ice water, I stand.
    She grabs my hand once we’re outside the coffee shop. “Fine is not an emotion. You’re hurt, lonely, and sad. And fucking Sam didn’t help the situation, either.”
    “Sam has nothing to do with this.” I snatch my hand away and lower my voice. “I was lonely before I met him.”
    “The past week you’ve been a zombie.” She shushes me when I try to interject. “Don’t even try to tell me it’s still from the asshole who recognized you from X or the double shift you pulled that night. It has to do with Sam fucking your brains out then treating you like a whore.”
    I look around to make sure nobody heard her. “First of all, quiet down. Second, it has nothing to do with him.” It’s a lie, and she knows it.
    Crossing her arms in a dare, she challenges me. “Fine. If Sam didn’t bother you, then go out with Kevin.”
    “I don’t have time.”
    “You had time to fuck Sam.”
    “He lives next door. He did me up against the wall then walked out. With my kid asleep upstairs! It’s not like we went on a date.”
    “Right.” Still unconvinced, she offers, “I’ll watch Ben so you can go on an actual date.”
    I sigh. “Mona, really? I don’t have time.” I’m not lying now. I work at the grocery store five days a week, and the club four nights usually.
    “One date. Please, Court. I’ll never try to set you up again if you go out with him this once. I just want you to have a good time.”
    When she pouts and gives me puppy eyes, I throw my hands up in defeat. “All right. One date.”
    “Yay!” She claps and hugs me. “You’re really going to like him.”
    We walk to our cars around the corner as she