Buying Back the Man I Broke
Language: en
Two months after I broke up with Lena, she walked into the convenience store where I worked and came straight for the condom aisle with her new boyfriend in tow. She stopped right in front of the display, turning to the guy next to her. Her voice was too loud, too sweet, and clearly meant for my ears. “There are so many kinds, Gideon,” she purred. “Which one is the most comfortable? You should recommend one.” Gideon, a preppy-looking guy whose face was a study in faint pink, just stared at the wall of neon-colored boxes and couldn’t come up with anything. Lena laughed—a light, sharp sound.…