Up in Flames

by Eden Finley

If I’d known … Fuck, if I knew Eman was going to do this to him, I would’ve told Remy a year ago that I’m hopelessly, stupidly in love with him and he should leave the guy who never grew up.

“You’re imagining what Eman’s reaction would be if he found out that instead of breaking down after he left, you partied, aren’t you?” “Is that petty? It’s petty, isn’t it?” I lean in. “Honey, after being left at the fucking altar, you’re allowed to be petty.” Remy stands. “Then instead of having a pity party, let’s throw a petty party.”

“How do you know that didn’t lead to sex? You’re hot, and we were drinking and—” “We’re still wearing our clothes, plus there’s no mess.” “Of course there’d be no mess. I swallow!”

I might be here to make sure Remy’s okay, but after this honeymoon, I’m not sure I will be.

Remy stays in only his underwear, which surprises me, but not as much as when he walks around me, trailing his fingers up my back, and then leans in close to my ear and whispers, “So you know, payback’s a bitch.” And that’s when I know I fucked up.