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"  I am not a morning person. I regularly hit the snooze button for over an hour before I finally drag myself out of bed. And when I do, I always look back at my little nest wistfully, thinking about all the things I have to do that day before I can get back into it.  Mornings make me sad. Until I started having sleepovers with Justin, that is.  On this particularly frigid New York morning, I woke up to Justin spooning me, nuzzling my neck and pressing his half-naked body into mine. I was sleeping in a nightie (something I always promised myself I would do once I was a &amp;quot;real&amp;quot; grown up) and Justin simply reached underneath it, pushed my underwear aside, and went for it. With his breath warm in the nook of my neck, his hands roaming my body, it was the groggiest, coziest sex ever.  After we were done, I could have easily fallen right back asleep, but Justin had signed us up for this insane spin class the day before and if we missed it, we would be charged $25. That is a mani/pedi, so I could not justify bailing, no matter how strong my post-orgasmic stupor.   Justin and I changed into work out clothes (he had packed a gym bag the night before), bundled up, and scurried east to the spin studio. By the time we arrived, my brain felt like one giant frozen grape, which probably explains why I walked into the locker room and right past Ashley.  &amp;quot;Jos?&amp;quot;  My face felt botoxed, so it was impossible to show how shocked I really felt. But let&amp;#039;s just say it was a lot. &amp;quot;Oh, hi,&amp;quot; I stammered. &amp;quot;You go here?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;No. Well, kind of.&amp;quot; Ashley looked just as flustered as I did. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ve taken some classes here before, but I&amp;#039;m trying to come more regularly.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Are you in the 7:30?&amp;quot; I asked. Please say no, please say no, please\u2014 &amp;quot;I am,&amp;quot; Ashley said. Looking like she was afraid to hear the answer, she asked, &amp;quot;Are you?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I am.&amp;quot; I smiled weakly. &amp;quot;Justin, too.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Great,&amp;quot; Ashley said. &amp;quot;This won&amp;#039;t be awkward at all.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Not at all,&amp;quot; I agreed. I stuffed my things into a locker and followed Ashley out of the locker room and into the studio. Justin was already on a bike, and nodded to the one next to his. His eyes widened when he spotted Ashley, who thankfully, snagged a spot on the other side of the room.  &amp;quot;I know,&amp;quot; I whispered as I stuck my feet in the pedals.  The music started then, and our instructor\u2014a girl about my age with a hot pink buzz cut and tattoos all over her chiseled arms\u2014started pedaling like a maniac. &amp;quot;Let&amp;#039;s get started, warriors!&amp;quot;  I should explain that this spin place kind of\u2026unique. The instructors are these punk-rock fitness fiends, and the experience is touted as an entire mind, body, and soul exercise.  As we &amp;quot;climbed&amp;quot; a particularly intense &amp;quot;hill,&amp;quot; the instructor urged us all to close our eyes. Then she started speaking to my very core.  &amp;quot;What is your pain?&amp;quot; she demanded.  I&amp;#039;m losing my best friend! &amp;quot;Whoever has hurt you, whoever has made you cry, I want you to picture that person now!&amp;quot;  I wondered if Ashley was picturing me. Because I was sure as hell picturing her.  &amp;quot;You are stronger than your pain!&amp;quot; the instructor bellowed. &amp;quot;Push through it! Forgive!&amp;quot;  I pedaled so hard I almost kneed myself in the boob. I cracked open one eye. Yup, Ashley was looking right at me.  By the time class ended, I felt mentally violated.  &amp;quot;Are you going to go talk about your &amp;#039;pain&amp;#039; now?&amp;quot; Justin whispered in my ear, grinning.  &amp;quot;Yeah, did I just pay for a work out or a therapy session?&amp;quot; I muttered.  &amp;quot;You should though,&amp;quot; Justin said, jutting his chin in Ashley&amp;#039;s direction. &amp;quot;Talk to her.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I did talk to her!&amp;quot; I said, defensively.  &amp;quot;You know what I mean.&amp;quot;  I looked across the room at Ashley cleaning off her bike. &amp;quot;Ugh. Fine.&amp;quot;  I took my time gathering my belongings and timed my exit with Ashley&amp;#039;s.  &amp;quot;Did you slip the instructor a note that there were two feuding best friends in the class?&amp;quot; she asked me.  &amp;quot;I was just about to ask you the same thing,&amp;quot; I said.  Ashley stepped to the side and motioned for me to do the same. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sorry I missed your birthday dinner.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;That was really shitty,&amp;quot; I said.  Ashley looked down. &amp;quot;I know.&amp;quot;  We didn&amp;#039;t say anything for a moment. &amp;quot;Do you want to work this out?&amp;quot; I asked, finally. &amp;quot;Or are you done?&amp;quot;  Ashley bit her bottom lip. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s just so awkward now.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Ash, because you made it awkward!&amp;quot;  She sighed.  &amp;quot;Why don&amp;#039;t the four of us go out for a drink or something?&amp;quot; I suggested. &amp;quot;You, me, Justin, and Luke. A fresh start.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Okay.&amp;quot; Ashley nodded. &amp;quot;That would be nice.&amp;quot;  We agreed to pick a time and a place later that day, once we&amp;#039;d both had a chance to talk to Luke and Justin about it. 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