"You’ve been celibate for eight months and it shows. Your legs are practically crossed in your aura."

I shot her a look but didn’t argue. She wasn’t wrong. After Adrian, I’d sworn off men.

My parents had that kind of relationship, the kind that had happy endings in movies and cheesy romance books. The slow dances in the kitchen, the forehead kisses, the arguments that always ended in laughter.

I grew up watching what love should look like.

And I’ve never..not once..experienced it ...