Orla sat on my other side, completing the circle, and nudged a bowl of potatoes at me. “Eat.” I obeyed with the same enthusiasm I felt when she urged me to fuck her. The girl could cook, and I was fuckin’ hungry. Also, I loved watching women eat. This woman, in particular. Her plate was as full as her heavenly thighs, and with Nash’s knee nudging mine under the table, I could exist in this moment for the rest of my life. It made me wonder if this was how their rare nights in together played out and if I should’ve left them to it. Orla was stuck with me most days, whether she wanted to be or
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