“Charli!” Blake parts the curtains and opens the French doors between our bedrooms a crack. She peeks her head in. “OMG, how was it?”
“We met for a beer at Black and White Bar. Then we went to Joe’s Pizza. Then we went to his apartment and watched a Netflix.”
“What did you watch?”
“Trees Lounge.”
“And…..?” she said, dashing over and crawling into my bed.
“We cuddled. Sort of kissed. He slept in sweatpants and a hoodie and gave me a set too.”
Blake looked at me sleepily, quizzically.
“I got home at 10:45 a.m.,” I said apologetically, feeling embarrassed that I did not have a rollicking night to recall.
“So how did it leave off?”
“I don’t know…. He had to go to the gym. On Saturdays he does 3 hours at the gym.”
We look at each other blankly.
“I DVR’ed Taxicab Confessions!”
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