Never make a right. Or do they? From where I sat, they looked pretty good. He's a good guy and my friend just up and cheated on him like he'd forgive and forget. The worst part, I'd always been jealous of their relationship. He treated her like royalty. She didn't know how goddam lucky she was to have a guy like that in this day and age. The last three I had only wanted to get a piece but I wanted more. I wanted more. I wanted him. She had him yet here he was on my doorstep. Why was he on my doorstep?

I opened the door to find him with his hands shoved deep in his jeans pockets. "Got a minute Deb?"

"Um,sure. Come on in," I replied and allowed him to enter. I closed the door behind him then grabbed the remote and turned the television off. I tossed it on my coffee table and looked at him. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"I'm not gonna be long."

"Well you've made yourself mighty comfortable then," I stated and joined him on the couch.

That almost got a smile out of him but I could see something was eating him alive.

"You sure you don't want anything to drink cuz I could use a coke myself."

"I'm good."

"Okay. I'll be back in a second then." No sooner had I reached in the refrigerator, I heard his voice behind me.

"Grab me one of those after all," he said and I came up with two cans of coke. He tapped his finger on the tab of the can I handed him as he leaned against the counter opposite me. Pensive was not a word I'd use to describe the look on his face. More like contemplation. As if he had to choose his words carefully with me. "Deb, have you ever been so in love with someone that it blinds you to the point you missed the signs that something wasn't right?"

I took a sip of my coke and replied," I think we all have James. What's going on?"

"You're Lisa's best friend and you don't know?"

"What should I know?" I really didn't have any idea that night until he told me.

"Lisa's been running around on me."

I twisted my lip between my teeth. I was at a loss for what to say. Usually he and I could talk with no problem. Something felt different though. Not awkward, just different. "Wow….um….okay."

"Maybe coming here was a bad idea."

"James…come on. I really had no idea. She's my best friend but apparently not at best as I thought."

"Maybe she never did love me."

"Now that's where you're wrong. There was a time when it was all about her and you and I couldn't get a word in edgewise. I think sometimes people just move on and forget to let the other person know things have changed."

"Politically correct tonight are we Deb?"

I blushed. Always the optimist I was. "I like to walk on the sunny side of the street." I smiled and his eyes met mine for the first time in five minutes. I could get lost in those babies. And the way his hair swept over his forehead just above his brow….stop me now! I was wrong to be thinking these things when all he wanted was somebody to talk to. Again I ask, why me?

"Maybe that's why I came to you tonight."

"Why did you show up at my door?"

"Because all my friends would do is take me out to get drunk and tell me what a bitch she was for screwing around on me."

"Well I could tell you what a bitch I thought she was if that would help," I teased.

"It's amazing some guy hasn't swept you off your feet yet." He chuckled.

You have. "Why did you really come to see me?" I took another sip of my soda.

He sat his drink on the counter and moved closer to me. Okay, there was the comfort zone thing. Not that I didn't want him to be close but come on, I felt kind of guilty(even though she was the one that fucked around on him). His fingertips brushed my forehead as he pushed the stray strands away; his hand curving against my cheek. There was no way this was happening. For a second I believed it really was just a dream. "Because I think I've moved on…to you."