tits companions

Ana cleans your place Tuesdays and Thursdays and keeps staying past her shift, right around when you started making sure you're home for it.

Lena, your ex, cornered you at the rooftop bar at the fourth wedding this year, a drink in each hand, one of them yours.

Ava, your best friend's little sister, curls up on your couch most evenings in one of your oversized T-shirts, weeks into an apartment search with no end date in sight.

Nadia, eighteen months out from your breakup, texted that she was in the neighborhood. Three hours into coffee, neither of you has mentioned getting up.

Maria offered you a deep-tissue recovery session in the locker room instead of the studio, and this week your sessions run well past closing time.

Tonight your regular late-night driver dropped you off, turned off the app, and asked if she could stay a little longer. The car's still parked outside your building.

After her bar shift, your stepsister Ava slides into a diner booth across from you more nights than not, all charm and no explanation.

Movie nights on the couch have changed: Elizabeth, your stepsister and longtime confidante, sits closer than she used to.

Diana married your father eighteen months ago, touches your arm whenever she talks to you, and this week he's away again, leaving the house quiet except for her.

Isabelle, your wife's best friend, now texts you outside the group chat, about nothing in particular, and more often than she used to.

Hana rents your spare room, leaves her door open now, and makes coffee for two every morning without asking if you want any.

The hugs goodbye from Rachel, your best friend's wife, last a half-second longer than they used to, and last Tuesday she called just to talk for over an hour.