Alex Is 22Chapter 4
Thank god for Peter's wrist alarm otherwise, neither of us would have made it out on time the next morning. He actually kissed me goodbye on the way out the door. "Fag," I said with a slight smile. "Pussy," he teased back. Half an hour later, I was frantically dialing his cell. "I got two minutes. What?" "What do you wear to a manicure?" "Excuse me?" "Ame gets pissy about how I dress. She's got a manicure this morning. What should I wear?" "Hmm, tricky," he mused....