Another Night In Bed

Look, let’s just … let’s just forget about it.

Was it not good for you?

I got off—

God! You’re such a tease. I tapped her chest.

So, I may or may not have used your credit card to pay for Christmas presents. She squinted, waiting for my reaction.

I figured as much. I slapped my thighs. This is the first time we’ve had sex in—

I gotcha. I was wrong.

That’s it?

Think of it as payment, so we’re even, right?

I blew out my lips. I want to be more than friends. More than just used.

Used? You cheated on me three times last month!

Okay, so I thought we’d moved past that.

God. You’re just like your—

Don’t even say it. I pointed.

—mother.

You took me back.

Because I coughed up empathy.

Maybe you shouldn’t have.

You know what, maybe Mom was right about you.

What’s that supposed to mean?

God. I hate that I hate to love you.

So, the Christmas present and whole using your card thing is cool?

You owe me another night in bed.

Well, what are we waiting for?

AC

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