‘Never have I ever,’ I began again, 'been unfaithful to someone I love.’

'Define unfaithful,’ Adam said.

'Define someone you love,’ Paul said.

I closed my eyes for a moment and buried my face in Lucy’s coat, which smelled musty and salty like an old beach blanket. It was a smell I hoped I would be able to remember forever.

'Use your own judgement,’ I told them.

And everyone drank.

—  Shannan Rouss, “Dog People” (via Storyville)