“You owe me for this,” Callie said flatly, not even bothering to look at me as I slid into the passenger seat. What was supposed to be one beer with an old friend had turned into many, and Uber really isn’t practical way out here.
I stopped for a moment, her words registering in my brain, and then began to lean over the center console. “Let’s…let’s get it goin’ then,” I slurred drunkenly in her ear as I tried to kiss her neck. She pushed me away roughly, but I swear I saw the corner of her mouth curl up into a smile as we punched the gas out of the parking lot of the bar.
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The hangover hit hard as it typically does in your late 20’s. Gone were the days of rallying for more drinks the next night, and I found myself underneath the covers reading a book by about 9:30 pm. My girlfriend Callie was in the shower, apparently in agreement that there would be no midnight revelry tonight.
The door opened slowly and out of the corner of my eye, I sensed that she was standing in the doorway. Looking up from my book, I found a quite unexpected sight – Callie dressed in a sheer black robe and a tiny black thong.