My cousin was getting married. We never saw this girl. She lived far away, in Charlotte, NC, for some reason, but it might as well have been China. So my mom, myself and my sister, Jenna, drove down to North Carolina for this wedding. Of course my sister and her boyfriend, James, were attached at the hip, so she had to bring him along. I was blissfully single and had no desire to bring a date. We had two rooms…
She didn’t know I was there. Or maybe she did, and just didn’t care. It was 1:30am on a Wednesday. Late by my standards. I realize I wasn’t the typical college freshman, but I had shit to do the next day. Didn’t we all? I guess some people cared about responsibility more than others. Oh well. This is why I was in bed. I like sleep. My roommate, Riley, had her boyfriend Andy over. He was always over. I guess…
Jenna and James came up the stairs for breakfast in the morning. I was already on the counter drinking coffee and having toast. James just had on boxers, exposing his chest, which wasn’t muscular, but toned so you could see the outlines of his build. He was hairless for the most part. He wasn’t hot but he was definitely sexy. Jenna, I’m pretty sure, had on just an old school “Weezer” t-shirt; one of James’, no doubt. No bottoms, but…
The noise woke me up. I looked at my phone and it said the time was just after 2am. Laughter. The laugher was coming from the basement. My sister’s bedroom was down there and I knew she had her boyfriend, James, over. My room was upstairs, two floors away, so it was weird that I heard anything. Jenna was 21, two years older than me, and she was home from college on summer break, and it seemed like James never…
Emily looked at her phone. He just texted her. He was on his way to her work with an iced coffee from Tim Hortons. Milk double sugar. He always knew her order. I mean, he should; they’d been together for three years and that’s literally the only thing she orders. Yeah, three years. That doesn’t sound like a lot, but for Emily, a 25-year-old independent woman just getting her career off the ground, and with an unhealthy dose of fear…
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