“I’m done,” she said, her tone acidic. “Done being the third wheel. Done being his second choice. You can tell him that when he wakes up from his cozy little sleep on you. I couldn’t get him to touch me for months, and look . . .” She gestured to him, asleep on me. I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to say to that, so I looked her right in the eye when I kissed the top of Luke’s head and gave her a wave. “Okay. Bye.” It didn’t help that Luke, still sound asleep, slung his leg over my thigh and snuggled in some more.
