“I’d probably be all tied up in knots about it. I’d probably think of her as someone I shouldn’t have had sex with.” “Savannah!” Oh god. Sometimes it sucked having a best friend who knew you on what occasionally felt like a cellular level. “Ugh, how are you this fucking psychic?” “I mean, it helps that you turned into a literal strawberry when you saw her. Besides,” Savannah smirked, a tiny glint in her eyes, “you always like to pretend I don’t know what your sex face looks like.”
