I walked into Jake’s apartment like I had a thousand times before, kicking the door shut behind me with my heel, the familiar smell hitting me right away, that thick mix of his gym bag sweat still hanging heavy in the corner.

Leftover pizza grease smeared on the counter, and that cheap body spray he always wore somehow smelling ten times better on his warm skin than it ever did straight from the bottle, clinging to his clothes, his sheets, his everything, making my head swim every single time I stepped inside.

 We had been best friends since middle school, back when we were both skinny awkward kids getting shoved...