“And then Carly told Daniel that she faked it every time and that he wasn’t even big enough to feel!” you continue rambling on and on about whatever drama was stirred up with your friends today.

I listen intently, shamelessly very interested in every word that leaves your lips. “Wait, then why would she stay with him for a whole year?”

“Because! He has that boat, remember? She loved that boat. It’s why they took so many trips on it, to make up for him being bad in bed,” you explain, and I hang onto every syllable.

Your head is rested in my lap as we lounge on the couch, my fingers running through the strands of your hair mindlessly. I love being able to watch you like this, especially when you talk so animatedly with your hands and everything. Maybe it’s just you, though. Maybe I just like listening to your voice.

We’ve been together for a little over a year, and these little gossip sessions have quickly become a regular thing. You love blabbing and I love listening. It’s a perfect routine.

“But that’s not even the worst part!” you go on. “He came back and said that she was so fake, and he was terrified her implants would pop!”

I gasp. “He said that?!”

I have no idea when, why, or how I got so invested with the drama you spill, but I am. It’s messy and dramatic, but so damn entertaining.