P.S. I Loathe You

by Isla Olsen

“Nice skirt,” I say with a smirk. “I didn’t know sequins were mainstream now.” She lets out a huff of annoyance. “This isn’t sequins, it’s gold mesh. I swear, you’re the worst gay ever.”

“The wedding’s off. Emma’s moving to Paris.” Daniel’s eyes widen in the kind of dramatic way that tells me there’s no chance he wasn’t already in possession of this information. “Jesus, Dev. You ran her out of the country?”

would you like me to set you up with this really cute girl from work?” Kira asks, eyes shining with excitement. “She’s a pilates instructor so she’s very bendy.”

to fuck. Nothing wrong with that. Also, nothing wrong with not liking to fuck or not fucking for a while . Or pretty much anything fucking-related as long as it’s consensual.

I guess people don’t talk about me as much as I always assumed they did.

“You’re not moving fast enough,” Devon says. “It’s all in the hands.” “You’ve never complained about the speed of my movements before,” I tease. “Or how I use my hands.” I grin as Devon’s face burns furiously red. “Wes, people can hear you,” he whispers. “Oh.” I glance up at our surroundings, as though I’m surprised to find other people there. Millie has ducked out for a moment, but there are two other people in the class—a couple I’m assuming—and they’re definitely sneaking covert looks at Devon and me as they attempt to mould their clay. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so cryptic. I was making a veiled reference to our sex life. Which is pretty epic if I do say so myself.” “I am going to murder you,” Devon growls.

“But…wow. So now you guys are in love?” I lift a hand to rub awkwardly at the back of my head. “Um…could we maybe shelve that for now? It’s still pretty fresh for us.” “We’re boyfrienemies,” Wes announces brightly, reaching for my hand. Emma’s brows draw together in confusion. “Is that a thing?” “Of course, it is,” Wes says without a shred of doubt.