“It's still accurate."

"Yes it is." I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, finishing,

“But... I'm not a hundred percent sure it's what I want."

“So I gathered. The question is: Why aren't you a hundred percent sure?"

I pursed my lips. "I don't know exactly; I'm still working that out.

But that's not actually why I came here.”

“Why did you?"

I gave Zofi a serious look.

“Sam spent Last night here with you. And as much as I want to fantasize about your nubile bodies writhing together to explore the highest levels of ecstasy all night, I'm pretty sure you spent most of the night talking about her and me."

Zofi's eyes narrowed again.

“She's my best friend. I'm not going to reveal her secrets or anything."

“As of this moment, she's my girlfriend," I reminded her. "And I need to know what's going on in her head if I'm going to successfully keep her happy. Can you please help me with that part? Help me keep Sam happy?"

Zofi pursed her lips and looked over at the TV for a moment, even though it wasn't turned on. She stared off into space for just a minute before turning back to me. "What do you want to know?"

“Help me work out the timeline here. Yesterday morning I told her I loved her, insisted that I didn't want to change the nature of our relationship, but that I had to admit what was in my heart because it was tearing me up inside. She ditched school, and you and I talked about letting me know if she showed up here, but you never called. I finally got a hold of you later at night, and thank you for Letting me know she was safe and sound. But you also told me Sam didn't want to talk to me. You had to have been able to imagine what was going through my head at that point.”

Zofi gave me an apologetic look.

“She wasn't ready to talk to you yet.

She was still weighing the options and trying to decide what was best not only for her, but also for you and your feelings for her.”

“It still felt like a rejection to me. I tell a girl I love her, she runs away, doesn't show up to school, and when I finally track her down, her best friend says, ‘She doesn't want to talk to you.'" I popped my eyebrows.

“I was a MESS last night.”

“But it all worked out in the end, right? She told you she loved you.

She asked you to be her boyfriend. You two were sooco adorable together all day--"

“And then she left to do her own thing like she usually does most afternoons and I went home more confused than ever."

Zofi frowned. "Is that it? You feeling abandoned because your brand-new girlfriend is spending the afternoon taking care of business instead of falling into your bed to fuck like bunnies? One would've thought that nooner in the minivan would've taken the edge off enough.”

I shook my head.

“Please don't think so crassly of me. The reality is that I get Laid plenty often enough with all six of you to ever worry about where my next orgasm is coming from. No, I have absolutely no problem with Sam spending the afternoon away from me. Actually, come to think of it, I rather Like that she has a life full of other things that don't involve me. It means she's far less likely to ever become a clingy, needy girlfriend. I Love the idea of her being low-maintenance in that sense."