Trin stands to get coffee, returning quickly with two steaming mugs.
“I want to tell you something.”
“Okay.” She sips her coffee with big blue eyes gazing curiously at me.
“It’s a to-the-grave secret.”
“Oooh. Juicy. Hit me.”
“Promise?”
“Who am I gonna tell, Tristan?”
“Just promise.”
“I promise.”
“Okay. Remember a few weeks ago, when I was staring at my phone and you tried to take it to see what I was doing?”
“Yeah. I thought you were watching porn in front of me.”
I laugh. “Right. I wasn’t. I was reading a text message for the hundredth time. It’s from this guy, no, he’s a man.”
“A man?”
“Yeah. We hooked up the night of my graduation party, and Trin, it was fucking everything.”
“Yeah?” She grins. “He’s delicious?”
“Perfect. I’m like low key obsessed with him.”
“He’s back home?”
“Yeah.”
“So call him. Tell him you want to see him. Thanksgiving is coming soon.”
“Yeah, so the thing is he’s my dad’s best friend.”
Trin’s eyes widen. “What?”
I nod. “I seduced him.”
“You sneaky little shit. He fucked you?”
I lean back in my chair as memories wash over me. “Like I’ve never been fucked.”
“Wow.”
“Because he’s a man. He’s like nearly forty, I think. He’s so hot too. He’s just perfect.”
“Have you called him at all?”
“No. He told me we can’t be together, you know? It just has to be a moment we had. My dad would kill us both.”
“Shit. That sucks.”
“Totally. I can’t stop thinking about him. His name is Bishop.”
