That's the dirtiest thing I've ever heard and you didn't even mean it that way I giggle, then tear up, then feel horror at myself because that's an insane set of reactions.
But I am being insane. I am being weird.
Because I'm sitting on my floor, tasting phantom oysters, and wondering what would have happened if I'd been brave enough to ask what "this" meant when Andrew said "not this."
But I already know what this is.
This is trouble.
Suddenly, my phone starts freaking out in my hand.
I assume it's Mitchy again, because Lord knows the girl has zero tolerance for being left on read, but when I glance down, I see it's not her at all.
RICA baby please call me It's an emergency I need you WHERE ARE YOU??? This is your MOTHER i could be DYING and you wouldn't even know
I close my eyes and count to ten. Then twenty. The lingering warmth from the evening evaporates like wine left open too long, all the good flavors turning to vinegar.
