A Touch of Jen

by Beth Morgan

He doesn’t look back to check that Alicia’s following him, since he knows she will.

Alicia-as-Jen’s fingers slip against the soap holder and reach for his hair with a gesture somewhere between desire and self-defense.

Remy tells her a version of the story that flatters himself and his motives.

Don’t plan for an environment you can’t predict. You wouldn’t strategize about how to talk to someone before you talk to them. You’d want to be honest in the moment, right?” “…Right.”

“Yes, I did—love her,” he says. He never used the word “love” with Alicia, but who will ever find out? It’s not like Alicia will tell.

It’s nice to keep in mind that if something doesn’t work out for me in this life, it does in another.”