“'I'm sorry' just doesn't cut it. But it's all I've got," I said quietly. "I'm sorry. I should have waited for you."

"Yes, you should have. But you didn't." Her tone wasn't as harsh as her words. Instead, she just seemed... sad. "I guess I shouldn't have expected any more from you."

“Why not? Aren't you supposed to expect the best from your boyfriend?”

I felt soooco guilty inside. My head knew what was right and moral.

It's just that my OTHER head didn't.

“Maybe. But then my mom warned me not to expect too much from an overstimulated eighteen-year-old." Monica's voice was now bitter with disappointment.

“I guess in a way, it's my own fucking fault for switching with Ellie in the first place Last week."

“Why did you?" I had to ask.

"She was right. I was curious. But even more than me being curious about another man, I was curious about YOU and another girl. Everyone's always asking me how I got you to be so faithful to me all these years without putting out. It's as if I had some magic touch.”

"You do have a magic touch." I couldn't help but smile at the memories of her magic touch and all the wonders it brought to me.

“Not magic enough," she spat.

“Dammit, I told you don't forget how good

I can be!" she yelled.

We both went quiet for another few Long minutes.

In the end, I finally asked.

“How did you know?"

“I always knew. Ellie's my best friend. Last year she admitted to me she'd been crushing on you since... well, since fourth grade. She just never made a move since you were first obsessed with her sister and then dating me."

“Really?” My ego had wanted to believe every cute girl was secretly in love with me, including Ellie. But my head had shut those thoughts down a long time ago.

“Really. She wasn't lying when she said she'd let you fuck her if you ever stopped to ask."

“Wait, wait. If you knew she was going after me, why didn't you try to stop her?"

Monica Looked down at the floor of the car. She was silent for a long time and I just tried to wait her out. Despite the fact that we'd both cheated on each other, there was surprisingly no anger. This conversation was a turning point in both our lives.

“I chose not to stop her. I even gave her a green light. After last

Friday, after she gave you a blowjob and I blew Nate just to know what it would be like, we talked on the phone for Like... hours... And then

Saturday at the movies, I spent the entire time reassuring her that I meant what I said.”

“What did you say?"