Two more button clicks and the TV comes to life. “Promise you won’t laugh?” He sweeps his wineglass above an ivory leather couch, inviting me to sit. “Nope. I won’t promise that.” I opt for the floor instead, pulling one of the throw pillows into my...
Earphones on. Annotated script in his lap. It’s a polite way of saying don’t talk to me. Sure, I got a chaste morning kiss and a cup of coffee, but I’m still pissed. After the night we shared, a girl shouldn’t have to climb out of bed for a week if she doesn’t want to. Ins...