Page 74 of Stay for Me
“Cyb? What? How? You’re here!”
She looks like she just walked off a magazine shoot and is grinning her wide grin. “I took the red-eye so I could be here right away! I can only stay two nights, but I came!”
Two nights with my best friend. Two nights I need desperately.
“You sure did! And you didn’t call!” I say as I rush forward to hug her.
As soon as her arms are around me, the tears form. So much has happened in the last three hours. This is just too much. I start to cry, unrelenting and ugly tears as Cybil holds me to her. “Oh Lord, honey, I knew you’d be happy to see me, but not crying like this.”
“Cyb.” I hiccup. “I’m so stupid.”
She pushes my shoulders back and then guides me to the couch. “It’s a good thing I came out. I know stupid and how to fix it. Tell me . . .” I look up, and she gasps. “You had sex!”
“What?”
“You had sex with Jacob! I can see it in your eyes.”
I release a loud huff and then wipe my tears back. “You can’t see sex in someone’s eyes.”
“Maybe not, but I sure as hell know it’s true.”
“I did.”
Cybil squeaks. “When? How? Where? Most important, was he hung? I mean, are we talking like a horse or more like a small dog? I’m hoping for the horse because it would be a shame if he was sporting a small pecker. Remember that model that we liked? We all saw a full frontal, and he wassmall. So disappointing. If I were him, I would’ve had that thing photoshopped to be much bigger. CGI that shit or something. Oh, and was he good? Did you at least have an orgasm or did you have to fake it?”
There is so much to unpack in that little tirade. “Today, literally two hours ago. In the woods after he taught me how to fish—kind of—and as for the rest of your questions . . . shut up.”
She blinks rapidly. “So, it’s new. Okay. No wonder you’re a bit raw—in more ways than one.” Cybil grins.
“Really?”
“I’m sorry, I’m a little shocked, which is what I’m thinking has you all twisted like a pancake.”
“Pretzel,” I correct.
“Same shit. Listen, you had sex so, of course, you’re going to need to cry a bit. It’s okay. You answered all the stupid questions . . . what about the peen?”
I groan, head falling back against the couch. “Cybil.”
“It was small. So sad.”
“He was not small,” I correct her.
“Oh, so he was hung?”
“He was amazing. He was perfect, and I’m an idiot.”
She sits beside me, watching me. “You’re not an idiot, Bren. You’re a woman who has had a shit ass year. Besides, I’m here now, and Daddy always said that a friend in need needs to have a friend with deeds or was it . . . a friend in deed? I can’t remember.”
“I can’t keep up with you.”
“It’s irrelevant. I’m here, and I will save you from yourself.”
“I have no hope.”
She waves her hand in front of me. “Please, you may be able to fix others, but you’re a damn mess when it comes to your own issues.”
“You’re the one who told me to do this with him! And look at me.”
