“Oh, come on, Andrew!” I wonder how much she’s had to drink, if she would have been brave enough to say these things to him sober. She picks her beer up off the railing and clutches it so hard between her fingers the can dents. Is she going to drink it or throw it in his face? “You think you’re such a good guy, but good guys don’t hook up with a girl and then move on the second they see someone better.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice catching. “I just didn’t think . . . I mean, I thought we were on the same page. I wouldn’t have been so . . .” He trails off, struggling with his words. “I thought you knew.”

“It’s not my job to be the girl you hook up with while you’re waiting for the one. I’m not here to entertain you until you find someone else.”

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “Really. I didn’t think about it that way.”

“Yeah, whatever,” she says. “I should have listened to Susie. She kept telling me not to waste my time. But I thought maybe I could change you; that maybe I was special. Stupid, right?”

“Don’t call yourself stupid when I’m the asshole,” he says. The corner of her mouth twitches, like she’s trying not to smile.

“You’re a huge asshole,” she says. But she raises her beer toward him and he clinks his can with hers, and I know she’s forgiven him. Why is it so easy to forgive the people we have feelings for? I feel bad suddenly for the things I’ve said about Cecilia, the way I’ve joked about her with Andrew. I’m no better than she is.

“We’re okay?” Andrew asks.

She smiles, tilting her head at him in a way that’s clearly flirtatious—like even after all this, she’s hoping deep down somewhere she still has a chance. Even if she knows better.

“You’re getting off easy,” she says. “If you had slept with me and then pulled this, I’d pour my beer on you.”

“We could always remedy that,” he says, grinning.

Her words catch me off guard. If you had slept with me—if, like it’s never happened. But that’s impossible. They were hooking up for months, weren’t they?

“Don’t test me.” She holds the beer up over his head, laughing, and he ducks out of the way, his smile matching hers.

“Do it. I’ll get you another one. Promise.” He looks up at her and then shuts his eyes, scrunching his nose in anticipation. Without hesitation, she pours the beer over his head, shrieking like she can feel the cold liquid down the back of her neck instead of his.