Avery

Despite all of the alcohol I consumed last night, I’m not terribly hungover,

though I am very fucking sore, in the best possible way. I’ve been replaying last night, also known as the hottest night and the best sex of my life, on a loop since I woke up this morning. My mom leaves for the café at five in the morning, but I won’t be getting there until closer to nine every morning, so I have time for a cup of coffee before I get ready.

Around eight-thirty, just before I get in the car to head over there, I get a text from Theo and I immediately smile.

TG: Good morning, just thought I’d let you know my sheets smell like you. Had to put them in the washer this morning.

Me: Shame. I smell good.

TG: Yes you do, but it’s also very noticeable if anyone were to go into my room.

Me: Ah, fair. How are you feeling this morning?

TG: Tired as shit, and a headache but I’ll manage. You? Me: Fine, but I’m 21.

TG: Ha—Ha. Well, have a great first day. I’ll text you when I plan to come by.

I totally for