“I’ve been cheating on her,” he says slowly while looking down into the bottomless well of his cup. “Did you know that?” Under the table his legs is rubbing gently against mine. Two sticks starting a fire. I look him right in the face, folding my arms across one another and pause dramatically.

“I had no idea.” I tell him, rubbing my leg against his, applying more pressure and keeping my face expressionless. “I mean, things seemed alright with you and Carol.” According to Carol thing are alright, they were more than alright. Every time I speak to her I have to hear about their perfect life—Carol and Jake—a match made in heaven, while the rest of our group of friends dated around unsuccessfully.

“It’s not that I don’t love her. I do. I mean,” he pauses. “I mean,” he stumbles over his own words. I unfold my hands and place one on his leg.

“It’s ok. I understand.” I tell him. Jakes places his hand on mine. “I’m flirting with you. You know that? I don’t care about Carol or any of it. I’ve always liked…” Before I could finish the speech I’d been working on for years Jake leaned in and kissed me. My body concaving and falling into itself. I know the trouble I’m getting into—even before Jake takes his free hand and places it up my leg and under my skirt.