Synced to the Wrong Girl
Language: en
Ever since my boyfriend and my best friend claimed they shared an inexplicable "empathic bond," our sex life completely ceased to exist. The first time it happened, we had barely turned off the lights when Chloe suffered a sudden flare-up of gastritis across town. Elliott was hit with the phantom agony right there in our bed, breaking out in cold sweats, groaning into his pillow. In the end, he gritted his teeth, scrambled into his jeans, and drove forty minutes through midnight traffic to deliver her medication. The second time, we were in the middle of a kiss when Chloe got her period.…