Her chicken was good, she supposed, though she wasn't really focused on it. She spent most of the meal trying to figure out how she felt about being one of multiple fuck-buddies.

It wasn't a position she'd ever really thought she would find herself in. She'd had one boyfriend, once, who'd cheated on her. She broke up with him, of course. But this wasn't cheating. Not really. He was being honest with her, like always.