Nights With Day Tell Me More
It was hard to comprehend what had happened that night at Day’s house. There was no way to discern why it had happened, but I knew I wanted it again. The question was would she? Would she be cool about the way things went down or come out of a bag on me? One way to find out, I texted her on Tuesday *you, me, Saturday* *its a date* she wrote back. The first few days after our ‘encounter’ were slightly awkward, it seemed like we had switched roles. I caught her staring me down more than...