"But like, barely!" I cry out. "The whole thing was bizarre. He just, like, showed up at my house, and we went to the lake to watch the sunrise, because it was on my bucket list, which he stole off my desk, because
Personal boundaries are not a thing for him, and then there was coffee, and blankets, and I don't even know how it happened but all the sudden we were kissing, and the sun was so pretty, and then his hand was in my pants, and—
"Stop." Mitchy holds up both hands, laughing hard enough for tears to roll down her cheeks. "Oh my God, Er. You totally buried the lede!"
"When did this happen?" Chaseasks. He couldn't possibly look more delighted.
"Tuesday morning. Like, crack-of-dawn Tuesday morning."
Mitchy says, "So who was keeping who in the dark, missy?!"
"You were busy getting your own hand stuff!"
"True," Chase acknowledges. "In an Uber, no less. The depravity."
"Okay, okay, enough," I say, waving my hands to bring this whole dog-and-pony show to a screeching halt.
