“At Christmas, when he went home to Ontario to visit family, and we hung out playing video games and eating chocolates?” I give her a wry smile, and her mouth curves. “I didn’t miss him.” My pinky shifts an inch so it’s touching hers. “But I would have missed you.” I could never admit it before, could never even acknowledge it, because that would make me a fucking asshole for having those thoughts about my friend’s girl. She’s not his girl anymore, though.
