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“Like you would let them get that close.” He scowls at me as if he’s imagining another man anywhere near my sticky thighs. I laugh and he shakes his head at me. “Look, there’s one right there,” I tell him as we squeeze past the velvet ropes. “Wait for me?” He nods and I steal a kiss before hurrying to the ladies room.
    I head straight for the first available stall and lock myself in, making quick work of my clean up. Relieved and marginally refreshed, I set out for the mirror to check my face.
    “Ohmygod, are you… okay? ” There’s a woman leaning against the wall, a bottle of water in her hand. She looks pretty wasted and I’m hoping that the bottle really is filled with water—she could use it. “Did you, like, fall or something? Did it hurt? It must have…You’re crying.”
    I gape at her, confused why she would think I’d fallen. Then I look down. My knees are red and irritated, and the sight makes me burst into laughter. When I look back over at the girl, she’s looking at me like I’ve gone crazy.
    “Sorry,” I say, though I don’t know why I’m apologizing. “I didn’t fall. I’m fine— great, actually.” I turn to the mirror and check my face. Aside from a little mascara underneath my eyes, I don’t look too bad.
    “What happened, then?” she mumbles.
    “Um…” I pause, fixing my eye makeup as I contemplate what to say. Realizing that there’s no way this chick will remember me in the morning, I decide to be honest. “Sometimes, the sex is so good, I can’t help but cry.”
    Just as the words fall from my lips, a toilet flushes. I start to leave—partially amused, partially hoping that whoever is in that stall is as drunk as the other chick. I stop dead in my tracks when I hear Daphne call my name.
    “His shit makes you cry? ” I spin around, a blush heating up my face when my eyes lock with my sister-in-law’s. “ Ew! ”
    “You didn’t hear that!” I gasp.
    “Uh. Yeah. I did. I sure as hell wish I didn’t .”
    I bite down on my lip, knowing I’ve already said far too much, and offer her a feeble shrug.
    “Like…real tears?” she asks, her tone now more curious than disgusted.
    I nod and she says nothing as she heads to the sink and washes her hands. I stand confused, unsure whether I should stay and wait, or make my exit now.
    “Not going to lie. I’m kind of impressed,” she says before I can make up my mind. “Totally grossed out—but impressed.”
    “Well, he’s—”
    “LG—talk about my brother’s junk, and I’ll punch you in the boob.” I laugh as she makes her way toward me, a smirk tugging at her lips as we head back to the party. “By the way, Happy New Years, LG.” She links her arm through mine and hip-bumps me.
    “Same to you, Skank.”

I T’S JUST AFTER FIVE when I’m locking up the studio. It’s been a busy day and I’m feeling worn out, but I know we’ve got plans to head over to Cooper’s Pub tonight. We’re just about a week into the year and I’ve yet to see my old mates, a truth that Logan has managed to rectify. She checked with everyone to see if their Saturday night was available, and all but demanded that they make it so if it wasn’t. I’m looking forward to pizza and beer with Ryan, Trisha, Ashton, and this mystery girl we’ve heard almost nothing about.
    Life looks a lot different these days. Being a married man himself now, Ryan likes to blame it on the reality of matrimony, but it’s more than that. We’re getting older, our priorities are shifting, our responsibilities look different, and life has us splitting off into various directions. College life doesn’t last forever. Regardless, we still try and put in the effort to stay connected.
    Early last spring, in my second semester of my graduate studies at CSU, the opportunity to take on a few more yoga classes at the studio was presented to me. The hours were actually pretty great, meshing well with my class schedule and getting me home at a decent