The Bottom Third
“Why don’t you just crash here for the night?” Alex asked.It was late, we had been drinking, and a long bike ride in the rain didn’t hold much appeal. “Okay, I’ll take you up on that,” I replied.Alex disappeared into her bedroom, and I stood looking at the tiny couch in the living room, wondering where I would sleep. She emerged with a sheepish expression. “Hey, so, I don’t have any extra blankets. Do you mind if we share my bed? It’s big.”I told her I didn’t mind, and went off to use the...