"Psychology 101, Aria," Zoe purred, tapping a finger against her chin. "Men suffer when they want what they can't have. But they suffer so much more when they are forced to look at what they used to have, but aren't allowed to touch."
Aria stared at her best friend. The gears in her brain slowly turned as the realization clicked into place.
A wicked smile spread across Aria's face.
"You want me to sexually torment him while maintaining radio silence," Aria translated.
"Exactly," Zoe beamed, clapping her hands together. "You don't just ignore him. You parade yourself in front of him. You look like an untouchable goddess. You make him painfully aware of exactly what he is missing out on because he decided to act like a controlling, manipulative asshole."
Aria let out a dry, breathy chuckle. She pushed herself up from the plush mattress, stretching her stiff arms above her head.
