Almost three in the morning. She had to be up at eight. She didn't seem to care. I poured us both a whisky and we settled into the sofa. We sipped. She giggled. I smiled. It was a little weird. "Okay," she said finally, "I guess I'll go first." "Okay," I answered, glad it didn't have to be me. "So is this actually a thing?" "What do you mean, actually?" "I mean do you really want to see me with another man." Her words made a razor of jealousy run through me, one that even whisky couldn't dull. "I...I don't know," I replied, trying to be honest. She chortled a bit, almost blowing whisky through her nose. "Okay. It kind of seems like you really do. Am I reading that right?" An exasperated sigh escaped me before I could grab it. "Hey," she breathed, her voice suddenly warm and gentle. "I'm just kidding." "I know. I know. Sorry." "It's okay," she said, rubbing my arm. I had to raise an eyebrow.
