"What?"

“After the golfing. Dude, did you tap that? Amber is a major babe." "Kevin!" Jen slapped him, “You are such a pervert."

“Hey, he's your fiancé," I waved.

“And the answer is no. We just talked." He shrugged.

“Why not? It's not like you haven't done it before."

I sighed.

“It's complicated."

“Dude, you've been saying that since she got back into town, What's complicated? She wants you. You want her. Why the hell are you sitting in my fucking living room instead of fucking her in her living room?"

“Kevin, it's just co-™

“Complicated, he interrupted.

“Riiight. You always think too much, you know that?"

He tossed back his coke and then looked at me.

"What score did you shoot?" “Well, we weren't really..."

“Dude! You overcomplicated everything! What. Score. Did. You. Shoot?" "106," I blushed.

“There! Was that so hard?" He leaned forward on the couch.

“Now... Do. You. Want. Her?"

I gulped.

"Yes." “Then go back over there."

“But what if she breaks my heart again?" “Duuude. What if you get hit by a bus tomorrow?"

I threw up my hands in exasperation. Life wasn't this simple, was it? “Jen, what do you think?"

“I think you need to fuck her," she nodded.

“What? What happened to making sure I had all my emotions under control?" She shrugged.

“You're a strange guy, David. Thank goodness I'm not stuck with you. But after everything you've said about the conversation you had with Amber, all the things you've got between you, and the fact that you were able to get comfortable with her in that short amount of time, I say yeah... go over there and fuck her."

“That doesn't make logical sense at all

“David,” Jen said thoughtfully with her hand on my knee, "Right now your mind is jello. You haven't been able to maintain a coherent train of thought for more than ten minutes since Cherys ‘broke up' with you and Amber came back into town. And it's been weeks already."