

As she snuck her way to her closet to grab some clothes, she spotted the dress she’d worn as maid of honor for her best friend, Mandy, the night before lying in a crumpled heap next to the tuxedo pants Sean had worn as best man for his best friend, Justin. She rolled her eyes at herself. So cliché, but there was no denying she’d had a great time. The only problem was that Sean was all wrong for her and she needed to find a way to gracefully get herself out of this situation. They needed to get back to just two people whose best friends just got married. Graceful: not her strong suit and she knew it. Direct, forthright, blunt, these she excelled at. Tact was not exactly alien to her but, it wasn’t a well-used muscle.
In the master bathroom of her chic one-bedroom apartment, Becca threw on her favorite jeans and a t-shirt, ran a brush through her thick black hair and put it up in messy bun. She washed her face but decided against doing her make-up. Quietly, she flossed and brushed her teeth. As she finished her hushed toilette, thoughts raced around her head. Her chemistry with Sean hadn’t been a total surprise to her but the intensity of their night had. It wasn’t like her to act on impulse, but she was human. And Sean was hot. She’d met him more than a dozen times, over the last year, hanging out with Justin and Mandy before the wedding. His fundamental decency as a person showed in how he treated people, from his friends to wait staff. A very hot, decent guy. They’d actually met at Mandy’s office holiday party not quite a year ago. She’d always appreciated him on a purely aesthetic level. But he was off limits. There was no future there. The problem was how did she let him know that without hurting his ego? Men and their egos. Oy.






































