"I don't think about how cold your room used to be or all the crusty socks under your bed either…” I bit my lower lip to keep from grinning too wide. His reaction was going to be classic.

He blinked, "When were you looking under my bed!"

My smiled dropped. His face was turning red.

"Well, did you ever wear those frilly pink panties with the bows on them?" he raised his eyebrow, "Yeah, I knew about those. They were sitting on top of your dresser one day when I came over and I pretended not to see them so you wouldn't be embarrassed."

I had an exact idea about what panties he was talking about. I’d bought them on the very off chance that I could get Kent into my plus-sized jeans. I laughed and gasped, pointing at him accusingly.

"I knew you saw them. I was wondering when you'd say something about them. I wear panties like that all the time." I stuck my tongue out at him and wondered if he was going to try to lift up my skirt to see. I scolded myself for even thinking about it.

Kent chuckled. "The good ol'days, right Elly?" For a moment he didn't say anything. "I miss this. I know we're both really busy, but why did we stop hanging out so much?"

Because of Jen. I cleared my throat and reached out from the blanket, grabbing my phone. "It’s late, Kent, I should get going..." I wouldn't meet his gaze, I didn’t want him to see what was in my eyes. The regret, the guilt for being so jealous, the hurt he’d put there when he’d chosen her over me so many times in the past.

Kent was about ready to say something but something caught his eye and he looked behind me. In the doorway stood Jen, staring at us. Her purse dangled in her hand, her eyelids wide with disbelief, “What the hell is going on here?"

Ken pushed the blanket aside and stood up. "We were just catching up. It's nothing to worry about, Jen."

Jen, however, was more than worried. She was livid. "In our own house, Kent? You'd bring her here to do that?" We could smell the liquor on her breath from across the room.

I stood up quickly and tried to change the subject, "Jen, did you have a good time?" I approached Jen steadily, acting like the innocent party that I was, a smile on my lips.

Jen glared at me. Her eyes were so full of anger and rage that it was actually frightening. My mouth went dry.

"Get out,” she spat at me.

Kent approached the two of us from behind, his arms out to embrace his wife. "Jen, calm down. This isn't what you think."

"Kent, she's right. It’s late. We all need some rest." I retreated, grabbing my shoes and purse before anything was said that couldn’t be forgiven.