“I don’t know,” Jon says. “We… broke up.”
“What? When?”
“Just before Christmas.”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“Well, I wasn’t ready to process it. We’d been talking about getting engaged for so long, but he wanted to open things up and I felt uncomfortable about it, so we decided to take a break. And then…” He shoots another glance at Kevin.
“We actually have some news for you,” Kevin says. He takes Jon’s hand over the table. “We’re together. Like…togethertogether.”
I put down my beer midsip.
“You guys! What? How long has this been going on?”
“Since New Year’s Eve,” Kevin says. “We didn’t want to tell you if it wasn’t going to be anything serious.”
“So it’s serious?”
“We’re moving in together at the end of the month,” Jon says with a shy smile. “As soon as my lease is up.”
“Oh my God, you guys. Wow. I’m so happy for you.” I raise my glass. “To love! And to happiness!”
Maybe it’s just my second beer hitting me on an empty stomach, but I feel much happier now. Like the news of my two best friends finding love together has made me more joyous than planning to propose to my own girlfriend.
“You know who called this?” I say. “Molly Marks.”
“What?” Kevin laughs.
“Yeah. At the reunion. She said she thought you two had a spark.”
“I guess she noticed it before we did,” Jon says.
“Oh please,” Kevin says. “I had a huge crush on you already. You know that.”
Jon smiles at him. “What I meant is, I’ve had a huge crush on you for my entire adult life. I just didn’t know it was reciprocated.”
“It’smuchreciprocated.”
They lean over and kiss.
They look right together. Natural. Relaxed.
I wonder if I look that way with Sarah.
But I don’t want to think about Sarah, because the person in my head right now is Molly. And how I’m losing the bet, one to two.
And how she’ll make fun of me relentlessly if she finds out.
And how much I want her to.
CHAPTER 19Molly
His name is Sebastian Stone, née Tom Lovell, and he is the hottest man I’ve ever spoken to, let alone slept with.
We met at the premiere for my friend’s movie. He walked up to me and asked if anyone had ever told me I look like Demi Moore, whereupon I immediately decided to sleep with him.
He’s twenty-six. An actor. Not the aspiring kind—he’s on a network show about teenage girls who solve crimes. He wants to pivot to action movies. He’s never seen my films. I don’t watch his show.
