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I had home, that’s for sre.
You had home? Or you are home? Lol
Yes I have home
It’s sweet of you to want me to have a home.
Get home. I mean get home.
I meant what I said to the driver. Need to make sure the good doctor gets home safe so she can keep seeing me.
I’d LOVE to keep seeing you!!!!
Both in my office and out
It was SO cute how you got all protective. Shows you have a very caring heart. I like caring hearts, they make me happy.
I’ll keep that in mind for later.
Goodnight, Hanna.
Gnight firemannnnn
“Oh my goooood,” I groan again, pulling my comforter up and over my face. How could I have texted him like that? How could I have sent him the burning heart emoji? And not just one but three? What the fuck is wrong with me?
Just as I’m about to spiral out of control I hear my bedroom door open and someone shuffle in. Before I can even look, Rae is climbing into my bed and pulling one of my pillows out from under me so she can use it. She stayed at my place last night like we planned and crashed on the couch once we managed to stumble our way back to my apartment after our Uber dropped us off. I’m sure we were a sight to behold—two grown ass women stumbling home like college students.
“Do you feel as bad as I do?” she mumbles and I can feel her trying to fight the covers away from me.
“I think I feel worse than you do,” I lament from my hiding spot.
“Well”—she sighs heavily—“at least we had fun. Hey, did you get that cute guy’s number last night? God, they don’t normally make them like him, do they?”
Images of Miles smiling at me after I stole his hat flood my mind and I suddenly feel my cheeks get hot.
“Says the girl who claims she met her husband last night. Did you gethisnumber?” I ask, trying to deflect from answering her question. I pull the comforter down to look at her and realize she’s lying on her side next to me, hands tucked under her face in a prayer position, clearly only half awake. It makes sense why she wasn’t asking why I was hiding under the covers, she must’ve slinked in here, eyes closed, like she used to do when we lived together.
She releases a sigh and pouts. “I did meet my husband last night and isn’t that a damn shame.”
I flap the blanket down with a force and turn to look at her with a frown. “I don’t know why you’re like this. A gorgeous man comes up to you, buys you a drink, doesn’t get gross when you tell him you don’t want to dance, generally seems like a nice guy, and that’s a bad thing?”
“Exactly.” She sighs, cutting me off and pressing her index finger into my cheek. When she opens her eyes, she looks genuinely sad. “He’s anice guy. My mother would love him. He’s everything my parents have always wanted for me. A nice man to settle down with in a nice house and have a nice life with a couple of nice kids.”
Now it’s my turn to sigh. “Just because he’s a nice guy doesn’t mean you have to marry him, you know?”
As long as I’ve known her, Rae has lived an independent life. She comes from a good family down in Atlanta but a traditional one in the sense that they would prefer it iftheir thirty-two year old daughter was married with a couple kids by now. But that isn’t Rae and that isn’t what she wants for herself. She likes her independence, thrives off of it actually, and I’m sure the thought of her meeting a man who might change that about her gives her a sense of unsettlement she’d rather avoid.
“Isn’t that what men want these days? To find a good wife and force them to stay home and raise their children? No one wants a strong-minded female which is why the two of us are still single.” She pauses for a beat and rolls over onto her back and swats at my shoulder with her hand. “Enough about me, tell me about that guy from last night. You two seemed to be hitting it off pretty well.Pleasetell me you got his number. Or you gave him yours, that works too.”
“I didn’t need to give him mine seeing as how he already had it,” I say flatly. My mouth goes dry as I recall my texts from last night.
“Oh.” Her voice perks up. “You two already know one another? How do you know him? I’ve never met him before and I know pretty much everyone in your life. Not that there’s many of them, you’re kind of a recluse—you should really work on that.”
“Hey! I’m not a recluse, I’m just a very busy woman who’s prioritizing her career at the moment. I have you and my parents; I don’t need much else.”
“So then how do you know the cute guy from last night?”
“Please stop calling him cute?—”
