I Let My Best Friend Touch Me While I Cried Over My Ex

I stay curled up on the couch in my small apartment with my eyes still swollen from all the crying when I hear the knock at the door.

“Eden? Open up, it’s me.”

Mia’s voice reaches me through the wood. She has been my best friend since college, the only person I reached out to at 2 a.m. after I caught my boyfriend inside another girl. I pull myself up and walk to the door wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties, mascara still streaked down my cheeks.

She steps inside and her familiar vanilla scent...