The Bed We Couldn’t Share

Every time I had sex with Ethan Carter, I noticed he had changed the sheets.

Once, I finally pressed him and asked why.

Ethan hesitated for a moment, then decided to tell me the truth:

“Because every time I have sex with you, your best friend Chloe Reed gets jealous, and she insists on sleeping with me first.”

“After meeting her, I finally understood that women really are made of water.”

“I can’t exactly let you lie on soaked sheets while we have sex, can I?”

I froze, staring at him in disbelief.

“What did you say?”

He put out his cigarette, half-smiling.