She screams someone else’s name during the most important moments of sex. I move inside of her until she presses against me in that familiar way, curls her toes and sucks in a sharp, quick breath before saying his name.

John.

John Cusack.

This is what I get for dating his sister. We’re both in love.

Just not with each other.

Still, we’re both in love.

In that way, I suppose we’re luckier than most.