The Price of His Second Thoughts

Every time my boyfriend, Ethan, and I had sex, my best friend, Chloe, stood less than three feet away, watching us.

All because Ethan supposedly developed severe skin hunger after donating his bone marrow to save my life.

Whenever an episode hit, Chloe—a psychology major—was the only one who could calm him down through physical contact.

So, on our anniversary, their fingers were tightly intertwined.

At our engagement party, they clung to each other like conjoined twins.

I broke down and thought about ending things countless times.

Yet every single time, he fell to his knees in tears.