“so, what’s the plan?” gemma asks as we make our way to the kitchen for drinks. “dance until we can’t see straight?”
“i never see straight,” i say, and gem rolls her eyes at my pun.
i want to tell her no. tell her she’s wrong, that i never loved her, but i can’t. i did love her. first as a friend and then as the girl i thought i’d marry. and now, with her so close, that’s the only part i can remember.