—Present Day—

San Francisco, California


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One week later

The first bottle of sleeping pills prescribed by Han's doctor caused the strangest side effects I'd ever experienced.

I was anticipating headaches or slight nausea. Not an increased, unbearable sex drive that drove me to caress my clit and moan into my pillow every night. Nor was I expecting never-ending fantasies to take the place of my nightmares and leave me wanting to slip into Lisa's bed and climb on top of her while I was sober.

Then again, I might as well have been living in the house alone from the way she was treating me lately.

In response, I kept my things packed in my suitcases, never making use of her dressers. And outside of the coffee tools in the kitchen, I never made myself at home.

Instead, I resigned to my new daily routine with Ms. Asshole: A silent morning ride to work together, ignoring each other's presence at work, and coming home to even more silence.

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