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wheel. My four coupled-up friends were two steps away from Smug and had long ago skipped past Overly-Invested-in-Will’s-Dating-Life. They were convincedthat I was two breaths away from having my heart ripped out by the woman of my dreams and were eager for the show.
    And, only increasing this obsession, upon returning from Vegas last week, I’d made the mistake of casually mentioning that I was feeling detached from my two regular lovers, Kitty and Kristy. Both women were happy to meet regularly for no-strings fucking and didn’t seem to mind the existence of the other—or the occasional new fling I might have—but lately I felt like I was just going through the motions:
    Undress,
    touch,
    fuck,
    orgasm,
    (maybe some pillow talk),
    a kiss good night,
    and then I was gone, or they were.
    Had it all become too easy? Or was I finally getting tired of just sex— sex ?!
    And why the fuck was I thinking about all of this again, now ? I sat up, scrubbed my face with my hands. Nothing in my life had changed in a day. I’d had a nice morning with Ziggy, that’s it. That was it . The fact that she was disarmingly genuine and funny and surprisingly pretty shouldn’t have thrown me so dramatically.
    “So what were we discussing?” Bennett asked, thanking the waiter when he slid a gimlet on the table in front of him.
    “We were discussing Will’s reunion with an old friend this morning,” Max said, and then added in a stage whisper, “a lady friend.”
    Sara laughed. “Will saw a woman this morning? Why is this news?”
    Bennett held up his hand. “Wait, isn’t tonight Kitty? And you had another date this morning?” He sipped his gimlet, eyeing me.
    In fact, Kitty was the exact reason I’d suggested to Hanna that we meet up this morning instead of tonight: Kitty was my late meeting. But the more I thought about it, the idea of spending my usual Tuesday with her seemed less and less appealing.
    I groaned, and both Max and Sara burst out laughing. “Is it weird that we all know Will’s Weekly Hookup Calendar?” Sara asked.
    Max looked over at me, eyes smiling. “You’re thinking of canceling plans with Kitty, aren’t you? Think you’re going to pay for that one?”
    “Probably,” I admitted. Kitty and I dated a few years back, and it ended amiably when it came out that she wanted more than I did. But when we met up again in a bar a few months ago, she said this time she just wanted to have fun. Of course I’d been game. She was gorgeous, and willing to do almost anything I wanted. She insisted our just-sex arrangement was fine, fine, fine. The thing was, I think we both knew she was lying: every time I had to ask for arain check, she would become insecure and needy the next time we were together.
    Kristy was almost the complete opposite. She was more contained, had a fetish for being gagged that I didn’t share, but wasn’t against indulging, and rarely stayed beyond the moment of our shared release.
    “If you’re interested in this new girl, you should probably end it with Kitty,” Sara said.
    “You guys,” I protested, digging into my salad. “There isn’t a thing with Ziggy. We went running .”
    “So why are we still talking about it?” Bennett asked with a laugh.
    I nodded. “Exactly.”
    But I knew we were talking about it because I was tense, and when I was tense I wore it like a neon sign. My brows pulled together, my eyes got darker, and my words came out clipped. I turned into an asshole.
    And Max loved it.
    “Oh, we’re talking about it,” the Brit said, “because it’s getting William riled up, and that’s my favorite fucking thing. It’s also very bloody interesting how pensive he’s being today after a morning with this little sis. Will doesn’t usually look like he’s thinking so hard it hurts.”
    “She’s Jensen’s youngest sister,” I explained to Sara and Bennett.
    “He snogged the older sister when they were teens,” Max added helpfully, overplaying his accent for