My Boyfirend Kissed His Friend, So Did I

Synopsis

I dreamt I was in bed with my arch-rival, Ferris Nash. In the dream, he dropped his usual cold act, calling me "baby" with scary tenderness while we did the deed. I woke up terrified and started avoiding him. Then at a party, my boyfriend played "polite kiss" with his childhood friend. Fuming, I stood up to leave, but he stopped me. "Virginia, it's just a kiss. Don't make a scene. Fine, then pick any guy here and kiss him, too. I won't mind. How about Ferris?" He thought I'd never dare. But Ferris's lips curved into a sneer. "Sure, for how long, Virginia?" he asked.