his arm along the back of my chair or his thigh pressed against mine. He kisses me hello and goodbye and frequently in between.
I sigh, thinking about our relationship. Jenna quirks an eyebrow at me, but doesn't say anything. "He does touch me a lot. Just—not the way I want him to." I can feel heat creeping up my cheeks at my admission, and I take a large swallow of wine to cover it.
Jenna's brows scrunch together. "You mean you still haven't had sex? But it's been—what? More than two months now, right?"
I nod, still feeling embarrassed. "Close enough. It'll be two months next week."
"What's he waiting for?"
"Wouldn't I like to know."
"Have you talked to him about it?"
I shake my head, my face heating again. "It's embarrassing. Every time I try to push things a little further after a date, he stops me. He doesn't say anything, and I don't want to seem all desperate and needy. It's confusing. I know he's attracted to me. Trust me, I've felt it. But he keeps holding back, which makes me think he doesn't want me."
Jenna's silent for a moment. "You need to talk to him about it. It's obviously bothering you."
I scrub my face with my hands before looking at her. "And say what? Why don't you want me? What's wrong with me that the last two guys I've dated haven't wanted me? One's acting like an asshole now and the other is super sweet, but still doesn't want me."
"Ah, yes. Adam. At least I'm assuming that's who the asshole is." She waits for my nod of confirmation before continuing. "So, what's going on there?"
I wrinkle my forehead in confusion. "What do you mean? Nothing's going on there. Nothing's ever gone on there."
"What happened last weekend when you got your wine? You seemed really upset. Even Scott noticed."
I reach for my pizza again, taking a huge bite and talking around my mouthful. "We already talked about that."
Jenna shakes her head. "No. I talked. I asked questions and you didn't answer them. Maybe this is why you feel like we're not that close anymore. You don't tell me anything."
My head snaps up. Her voice isn't accusing, just stating facts, like you'd talk about the weather last week or what you had for lunch. But there's hurt reflected in her eyes.
"Jenna, it's not like that. I just—I don't even know what to think myself." I flap a hand at the boxes of invitations and envelopes waiting for us when we've finished our pizza. "And you're busy with all the wedding planning. I don't want to whine about my sad little problems."
Jenna snorts in derision. "Please, Amy. Don't try to sell me that line of bullshit. My wedding isn't the reason you don't tell me anything." She points the crust of her pizza at me. "The real reason you don't talk to me about stuff that's hurting you is because you got too used to being the one pulling me out of my funk. Only I'm not there anymore, so it's my turn to be there for you. You've told me about Scott. Now tell me about Adam."
I throw my hands in the air. "There's nothing to tell that I haven't already told you, Jenna. We flirted, we went out, it ended, now he's being an ass."
She reaches for another slice of pizza. "I know that much. Brian said you showed up at The Barrel Room earlier this week."
It's my turn to snort. I should've known he'd say something to Jenna about it. "Yeah, I did."
She motions for me to go on. "Well? What happened?"
"Brian didn't tell you?"
She shakes her head. "He said he only caught the tail end of whatever was happening. And even if he'd witnessed the whole thing and described it to me in excruciating detail, I'd still want to hear your version."
I let my shoulders slump in defeat. "Fine. I went on Tuesday to tell Adam to stop treating me like shit. He's the best man and I'm the maid of honor, so we're going to have to interact to some extent at the wedding and the festivities leading up to it, so I think it would be in everyone's best interests if we can at least be civil to each other."
Jenna's eyes are wide and
I sigh, thinking about our relationship. Jenna quirks an eyebrow at me, but doesn't say anything. "He does touch me a lot. Just—not the way I want him to." I can feel heat creeping up my cheeks at my admission, and I take a large swallow of wine to cover it.
Jenna's brows scrunch together. "You mean you still haven't had sex? But it's been—what? More than two months now, right?"
I nod, still feeling embarrassed. "Close enough. It'll be two months next week."
"What's he waiting for?"
"Wouldn't I like to know."
"Have you talked to him about it?"
I shake my head, my face heating again. "It's embarrassing. Every time I try to push things a little further after a date, he stops me. He doesn't say anything, and I don't want to seem all desperate and needy. It's confusing. I know he's attracted to me. Trust me, I've felt it. But he keeps holding back, which makes me think he doesn't want me."
Jenna's silent for a moment. "You need to talk to him about it. It's obviously bothering you."
I scrub my face with my hands before looking at her. "And say what? Why don't you want me? What's wrong with me that the last two guys I've dated haven't wanted me? One's acting like an asshole now and the other is super sweet, but still doesn't want me."
"Ah, yes. Adam. At least I'm assuming that's who the asshole is." She waits for my nod of confirmation before continuing. "So, what's going on there?"
I wrinkle my forehead in confusion. "What do you mean? Nothing's going on there. Nothing's ever gone on there."
"What happened last weekend when you got your wine? You seemed really upset. Even Scott noticed."
I reach for my pizza again, taking a huge bite and talking around my mouthful. "We already talked about that."
Jenna shakes her head. "No. I talked. I asked questions and you didn't answer them. Maybe this is why you feel like we're not that close anymore. You don't tell me anything."
My head snaps up. Her voice isn't accusing, just stating facts, like you'd talk about the weather last week or what you had for lunch. But there's hurt reflected in her eyes.
"Jenna, it's not like that. I just—I don't even know what to think myself." I flap a hand at the boxes of invitations and envelopes waiting for us when we've finished our pizza. "And you're busy with all the wedding planning. I don't want to whine about my sad little problems."
Jenna snorts in derision. "Please, Amy. Don't try to sell me that line of bullshit. My wedding isn't the reason you don't tell me anything." She points the crust of her pizza at me. "The real reason you don't talk to me about stuff that's hurting you is because you got too used to being the one pulling me out of my funk. Only I'm not there anymore, so it's my turn to be there for you. You've told me about Scott. Now tell me about Adam."
I throw my hands in the air. "There's nothing to tell that I haven't already told you, Jenna. We flirted, we went out, it ended, now he's being an ass."
She reaches for another slice of pizza. "I know that much. Brian said you showed up at The Barrel Room earlier this week."
It's my turn to snort. I should've known he'd say something to Jenna about it. "Yeah, I did."
She motions for me to go on. "Well? What happened?"
"Brian didn't tell you?"
She shakes her head. "He said he only caught the tail end of whatever was happening. And even if he'd witnessed the whole thing and described it to me in excruciating detail, I'd still want to hear your version."
I let my shoulders slump in defeat. "Fine. I went on Tuesday to tell Adam to stop treating me like shit. He's the best man and I'm the maid of honor, so we're going to have to interact to some extent at the wedding and the festivities leading up to it, so I think it would be in everyone's best interests if we can at least be civil to each other."
Jenna's eyes are wide and
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