Aren’t one night stands supposed to stay in the past? Aren’t they supposed to be with a stranger whom you never have to see again?
Yeah. I thought so too.
And then one of my best friends asks me to be the maid-of-honor at her wedding.
Wanna take a guess who the best man is?
I don’t do feelings. I don’t do relationships. And I sure as hell don’t do love.
And then I was stupid enough to sleep with Soph. The girl who screwed with my head in ways I never could’ve imagined.
So I left.
And I’m going to continue to run as soon as my best friend’s wedding is over.
It’s one weekend. How hard can it be?