“Getting ready to have sex against a wall next to a dumpster. You are acting like me, and that is extremely concerning.”
“I am not. You would have had both boobs out.”
“Harsh, but true.” Her expression softened as she turned on the car. “Okay, but what the hell are you doing letting Matt grope you like that? He hurts you, Lucy.”
Shame burned in my throat, and she took her hand off the gear shifter and turned to me when she caught the look on my face.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I didn’t mean to be all judgmental.”
“No, you’re right. I don’t know why I…” I trailed off, because that was a lie. I did sort of know why I stayed with Matt, why I kept falling into the same patterns over and over. “Sometimes it feels like we deserve each other, you know?”
“No,” she said firmly.
“You don’t understand. The things I say to him, the way I’ve screamed at him…” I shook my head. “A better woman wouldn’t talk like that. She wouldn’t hit back. I think we were drawn to each other because we’re both garbage.”
“Lucy, no.” She grabbed my hand. “Absolutely not. He did this to you. He drove you to the brink of your sanity and then blamed you for doing what you had to do to survive. All of this is his fault.”
I looked down at our hands and nodded, even though I wasn’t sure I believed her. “And now I’m being a total asshole by hooking up with Emmett.”
“How does that make you an asshole?”
“He doesn’t deserve to be used like that. He’s a sweetheart.”
She gave me a truly baffled look. “He is absolutely not a sweetheart. He’s only nice to you because he’s been in love with you since you guys were kids.”
“He’s not in love with me. He had a crush, maybe, but—”
“You’re right. He’s not in love with you. He’s got you up on a pedestal. He thinks you’re the perfect girl.”
I didn’t argue with that, because I knew she was right. It was one of the things I’d always secretly liked about Emmett. He had stars in his eyes every time he looked at me.
“Listen, I wasn’t going to tell you this, but…” Savvy trailed off, making a face. “I slept with him a few months ago.”
“Oh.” My voice was too high, betraying my jealousy. I’d thought she knew I had a soft spot for Emmett. He was off-limits.
But that was dumb. I tried to reason with myself. I was married to someone else, and I’d never mentioned having feelings for him.
“I’m sorry, I know he’s your friend,” she continued, biting her lip. “And I knew that he had a thing for you, but he stayed late at the bar one night, and I got drunk, and we just … Well, he’s pretty aggressive. Sometimes when a guy takes charge like that you just go along with it, you know?”
I thought of him unzipping his pants after exposing my boob to the world. “Yeah.”
“That’s not to say I didn’t want to,” she said in a rush. “I did. I was game. But it was just … not good.”
I wince. “No?”
“No. I mean, the kissing was…”
“Sloppy,” I finish for her.
“God, yes. And then the actual sex was pretty rough, which I don’t always mind, but it was also just … bad. Zero concern for me. Just jackhammer and run, you know?”
I made a face.
“And he was rude, after. He asked me not to tell you—”
“He did?”
“Yeah. I felt sort of bad about it anyway, so I figured I could just not mention it.” Her expression was sheepish. “But then he was also pretty mean to me? Like, he came by the next week and got really handsy and rough and when I told him I didn’t want to, he got all mad and said, ‘I thought you were always down to fuck.’”
I reeled back. “Wow. Rude.”
“So, he’s an asshole, and I really suggest you find someone else because you can do so much better. How about that new bartender? You should probably have some good sex before we murder Matt. It’ll look tacky if you’re flashing your boobs all over town too soon after.”
Headlights flashed across my face, and I looked over to see Emmett turning his truck onto the road. Our eyes met. I quickly looked away.
“I have really bad taste in men, don’t I?” I said.
“I wasn’t going to say anything, because I really have no room to judge.”