Time to wrap this up so we can have couch sex.
“Okay then. Well, I’ll text you that info. Let me know what he says.”
My brother nods. “Will do.” Then. “Love you, brother. Good to see you, Posey.”
“Good to see you, too.”
When the call ends, I tackle my girlfriend—that’s right, I said it, and I don’t care who knows—gently shoving her onto her back. Playfully pull off her pants.
Eagerly pull off mine.
“Shirt too,” she reminds me. “You’re always in a damn rush.”
“Am I?”
She nods, biting down on her bottom lip.
“That’s because it took me so damn long to get here. I’m too excited to wait.”
“Aw.”
Yeah, aw.
Gross, isn’t it?
THE END