The relief on Willow’s face was evident. “Thank you. Seriously, you’re saving my ass.”
“You saved my ass by bringing this.” Aubrey lifted her glass. Willow’s gaze tracked her every movement as she polished off half of the contents in a couple of swallows.
She stared into her glass. Damn it, she was drunk. Drunk on sadness and wine and ice cream. Her vision blurred and she blinked. Hard. Bringing Willow back into focus. “I miss him.”
“You weren’t in a real relationship. Well, he was, but you weren’t.”
Aubrey threw her hands up into the air, almost spilling the carton of ice cream that was nestled next to her on the couch. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t have real feelings for him. I’m in love with him, okay?”
“Ah ha!” Willow thrust her spoon in Aubrey’s direction. “I knew it.”
“Yeah, you knew it because I just told you,” Aubrey said miserably.
“You’ve never come right out and said it, though.” Willow smiled smugly. “I’m so glad you can finally admit this to yourself.”
“Yeah, after it’s over. I’m a failure when it comes to relationships.” Aubrey pressed her lips together as she faced her reality. When it came to having a boyfriend, she was an epic failure. She couldn’t keep one. Couldn’t even keep the fake one she had. The nice one. The sweet, sexy one—the boyfriend who’d been a virgin until they’d had sex.
She’d taken his virginity and she’d still managed to lose him.
“I don’t have a magic vagina,” she said morosely.
Willow burst out laughing. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Aubrey shot Willow an evil glare, but she still laughed. Rude. “My friend and I used to joke about it when we were in high school. Some girls always had a boyfriend. It was so effortless, you know? They just…always seemed to have some hot dude on their arm.”
“Okay.” Willow drew the word out, like she might be thinking Aubrey had lost her mind.
“One day my friend decided that women like that, they must have magic vaginas. Ones that send out some sort of crazy, magical vibe or something. And they drew men unwillingly. Like, these guys had no idea that they were being sucked in by the power of the vagina. It just happened.”
“That’s the craziest crap I think I’ve ever heard,” Willow said.
“I know. But I think it’s true. And I definitely don’t have one.” At Willow’s confused look, Aubrey continued. “A magic vagina. Clearly mine is devoid of all magic. I had an ex-boyfriend, Derek. He broke up with me and hooked up with some girl, and now they’re getting married. I saw it on Facebook. I congratulated him in the comments.” She regretted that tremendously, but once she’d hit enter, she couldn’t undo it. Well, she could, but there was the off chance that someone had seen the comment and would realize she was deleting it like a coward. No way was she going to do that.
“First, your ex sounds like a douche. You should be glad you’re rid of him. Second, there is no such thing as a magical vagina.” Willow shook her head. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with your vagina—and I can’t believe I’m saying this. But seriously. Stop beating yourself up, and do something about it. Go to Flynn, and tell him you’re sorry. Tell him you love him.”
“I tried to tell him, but he walked,” Aubrey said.
“Did you really tell him you loved him? Did you use those exact words?”
She slowly shook her head, feeling like an idiot.
“Okay. Own up to it, then. Go back to him, and beg his forgiveness,” Willow said.
“I’m scared he’ll turn me away without letting me explain,” Aubrey said, her voice small.
Willow rolled her eyes. “Fine. You want to wallow in your misery, then wallow in it. Make this decision tomorrow. You’re too drunk and traumatized to be rational.”
“I’m rational.” Aubrey nodded, a little hiccup escaping her. She covered her mouth. Lord, she really was drunk. Maybe she should lay off the wine. And the ice cream. That was a surefire combo to fatness, if she didn’t watch it.
“No. You are not,” Willow said firmly.
Whatever. “Men suck. They need to get over all that magic-vagina business.”
“Okay, I’m done trying to explain stuff to you tonight,” Willow said with a laugh. “Got any more wine around here?”
Bad idea. No more wine. But it was like her mouth wasn’t listening to her brain. “I’m sure I do.” Be a voice of reason, Aubrey. “Don’t you have to drive yourself home?”
Willow smiled. “We could have a slumber party. Order pizza and watch shitty movies on Lifetime. Maybe I should call Sheridan and see if she wants to hang out with us for a little while. Sans the wine, though, since…you know.”