When Your Ex Wants Sex

Just playing a game.

Even if he wasn't willing to admit it,

I could just imagine the poor guy trying to hide his heart on,

hide his lies, hide his desire for me.

Night.

Night.

It was New Year's.

And what better way to bring in the New Year than with a bang?

So when his wife reached out to me about a small get together

with her and my ex, I couldn't resist the invitation.

Hey, make sure you're home by 5.

My friend is coming from work to help us

set up for the party tonight.

Got it.

I'll remember to take the trash out.

Just make sure you're home and wearing pants.

No pants party.

Got it.

The fact that he was my high school sweetheart

wasn't something she needed to know.

Fuck.

What the fuck?

What are you doing?

Why are you calling me when you can't be doing this?

What are your calls?

I'm starting to think you don't love me anymore.

Don't you miss--

I gotta go, OK?

I wasn't going to let anything get in the way of Damon

and I a second time.

Hey, man.

I'm glad you actually wore pants.

Yeah, and I found one of these.

Oh.

Hi, I'm Evelyn.

Hi, Emily.

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