The Cuddle Clause

by Roxie Ray

I hated how much I missed him. Not the real him, but the idea of him. The comfort of having someone, even if it was someone who didn’t see me.

Spoon. Blanket. Couch. The holy trifecta of heartbreak management.

“You’re welcome,” I said. “I was fine.” “You were one fake compliment away from needing a decontamination shower.”