Bring Me Back

“Yes,” we all chime.

She makes a face. “So, um, one morning I went over to tell him exactly what I thought about his parties, and … and … I mean, he’s so hot. So hot, you guys. And … I fucked him,” she cries. “I’m talking, against the wall, hair pulling, slam-me-down-on-the-bed-and-ride-me-hard, kind of fucked him.” We all sit open-mouthed staring at her. Sweet little Hannah whom I’ve never even heard use the word fucked before. “Stop looking at me like that,” she mumbles, squirming in her seat.

We’re all too stunned to say anything. Chloe recovers first.

“So, you mean to tell me, that shy, quiet, little you banged the bad boy neighbor?”

“Yes,” Hannah squeaks.

Chloe dives over to hug Hannah. “My baby’s growing up,” she jokes.

“Let me go.” Hannah pushes her away. “You’re embarrassing me.”

“I can’t help it,” Chloe says. “I’m just so proud of you.”

“So, is this going to be a regular occurrence?” I ask her.

Her cheeks color. “I don’t know. I kind of liked it, though, but I don’t know if that’s just because he’s good in bed or it made me feel good to be so bold.” She shrugs.

“I’m betting both.” Casey points her finger at Hannah.

Hannah makes a face. “Regardless, I doubt it’ll happen again.”

“Why not?” I ask.

“Cyrus seems like the kind of guy to only have one-night stands,” she reasons. “We’ll see.” She turns her attention to her B.L.T., signaling that she’s done talking about this.

“I’m moving,” I announce, further changing th

e subject.

“Wait, what?” Casey asks, a piece of lettuce stuck to her lip. “When did you decide this?”

“A few days ago.” I shrug.

“You’re moving and you haven’t even seen my new place.” Hannah gives me a look.

“I know, I’m so sorry. I’ve been … Well, you know how I’ve been.” I give her a sympathetic smile. “How about I come over Friday evening? We could all have a girls’ night if that’s okay with you?”

Hannah nods and bites into a fry. “Yeah, that’s fine with me.”

“I’m in.” Chloe raises her hand.

“Me too,” Casey chimes.

“Good.” I nod. “It’ll be fun to all hang out somewhere besides here.” I laugh, looking around at the café.

“There’s actually an upper-level apartment available in my building,” Hannah says. “I’m pretty sure it’s the whole top floor so it’s bigger than mine. You’d probably have a separate room for you and the baby.”

“Oh, really?” My eyes light. “That might be perfect. I don’t know about walking all the way to a top floor, but you do what you have to do, I guess.”

“It’s a small building so it’s the third floor that’s available.”

“That’s not too bad.” I shrug and take a bite of my sandwich. “So far I haven’t found much of anything. It’s either too expensive or too small.” I sigh.

“When’s your house going up for sale?” Casey asks.

I wince. This news still bothers me. I know it was my idea, and it’s truly what’s best, but it’s hard to let go.