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West’s lap in the armchair, long legs slung over the side, arms around his neck. They seemed to just be talking — talking and smiling and looking absolutely perfect. Which they were. We all knew they would be perfect together, and long before they realized it.
    My anger abated at the sight of them together. Not entirely, but enough that I felt more wry and less stabby.
    “Hey, asshole,” I said, mostly to Lily, as I closed the door firmly. “You ready to go? Because I’m pretty sure you owe me a drink or nine.”
    Her cheeks flushed as she looked up at me. “I mean, if that’ll make it better, I’ll buy you a bottle.” She turned her attention back to West just long enough for them to share a simple kiss and a lingering look before she stood.
    “You mad at us, Rosie?” West said with that easy smile of his.
    I flipped him off, and he chuckled.
    “Aw, you know we mean well.”
    “Which is exactly why I only shot you the bird instead of shooting you in the face.”
    He snickered.
    Lily sighed grabbed her bag. “Come look for me if I haven’t texted in an hour. There’s no guarantee she’s not still packing heat.”
    I rolled my eyes. “I hate you.”
    “Lies.” She waved at West, and we stepped out into the hallway. “So,” she started, overly cheery, “how mad are you? On a scale of one to homicide?”
    I shot her a look. “Somewhere between maiming and dismemberment.”
    “Well, then things could be worse,” she joked, but her smile slipped. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about him sleeping there.”
    “I mean, what the fuck, Lil?”
    “Well, we thought you’d—”
    “Yeah, yeah. You thought I’d freak out, right? Well, here we are, and I’ll tell you this freakout is way worse than the freakout I’d have had if you’d asked me.”
    “But you would have said no, and he needed rest, you know?”
    “Well, maybe you could stop banging like monkeys all night long so he could sleep.”
    She put her hands up as we walked down the stairs. “Seriously, we aren’t that loud. And anyway, why does it matter if he sleeps there?”
    “Because it does. I mean, what was your endgame? Did you think I wouldn’t figure it out?”
    She wrinkled her nose and sniffed. “I dunno. He pulled it off for a month.”
    I made a noncommittal noise.
    “I kind of hoped you’d be okay with it.”
    “I mean, Jesus. You should have just gotten me drunk and convinced me to do it. At least then I wouldn’t have tried to pistol-whip him with your vibrator.”
    She busted out laughing, and I couldn’t help it — I laughed too.
    “Fuck, it really was ridiculous. His eyes looked like freaking pool balls.” I peeled my eyelids open and stuck my face in Lily’s.
    She was still laughing as she pulled open the building door. “I would have paid money to see that.”
    “I kind of wish I’d hit him. Give him a big ol’ mushroom stamp right on the forehead. Bam.” I slapped my hands together.
    Lily breathed out, trying not to giggle anymore. “God. I really am sorry I didn’t tell you.”
    I shrugged. “Whatever. It’s done now, and you were right about my reaction.”
    “What’d you end up telling him?”
    “What else could I say? I told him he could stay and gave him some ground rules. Which he actually immediately broke by asking me if he could stay and watch TV,” I realized.
    “Well, it’s not like that’s a new thing.”
    “I know, but I don’t want to hang out with him, dude. I need him away from me.”
    Lily nodded and said “Right,” like she didn’t mean it.
    I shot her a look. “What?”
    “Nothing.” Her voice was a little high. “I mean, keeping away from him hasn’t really done you any favors, but you know what’s best for you.”
    My eyes narrowed. “Ugh, don’t get all passive-aggressive on me. Just say what you mean.”
    She shrugged. “I’m just saying maybe you’ll get over it if you’re around each other, that’s all.”
    I scoffed. “Yeah, right. Just get over