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Although there’s much more I can imagine Capri and I doing together, this kind of time with her feels good. I wouldn’t trade it for a short night inside of her.

Wild enough as that is to say.

“Oh! I turned on my TV!”

I chuckle, and a feeling of pride washes over me. “Wow. Making big life steps, sweetheart.”

“You should come over next weekend and we can binge-watch something!” Her energy is palpable right now. She will for sure be crashing once she gets home. And hopefully, not regretting my invite.

Fat chance I’d let her take it back.

I smile. “What are you watching?”

“Oh, nothing. I thought you could pick. I only got as far as turning it on, not actually watching anything yet.” Capri giggles to herself. “Figured when I do, it should be with you.”

Why does that meaneverythingto me?

“I would love to come over and indulge with you, Capri. I’ll bring the snacks.”

“Indulge?” She throws her head back, losing herself in a fit of laughter. I bet she thinks I’m talking about something sexual as an indulgence. But I’m not. Nothing sounds more indulgent than having a lazy day with a woman as beautiful as Capri and being the only one in the room to have her full attention. “I’ll supply the alcohol. Nothing like some trash TV, good snacks, and strong drinks with your friend,” she reminds.

Something tells me she needs the reminder more than I do.

The snacking and watching I can handle. But both of us drinking…alone in her apartment together.

Fucking hell. I might as well wear a hazmat suit if I stand any chance of keeping my hands to myself.

“Sounds perfect.”

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JONES

Jones:

How ya feeling?

Capri:

Like death. Send help.

Jones:

OMW

Capri:

No. Kidding. I’ll be fine.

Doesshe remember inviting me over next weekend? Let’s find out.

Jones:

We still on for next weekend?

Capri:

Totally! Remind me again what we’re doing?

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