When Adrienne woke up the next day, her head rested comfortably against Justin’s shoulder. She got home at around two and he came to her apartment thirty minutes after, dressed in a white shirt and a pair of Calvin Klein pajamas.
He pretended to look pissed, but once she pulled him to bed and kissed him, he caved in. Then, they fell asleep.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Justin said. “You have a date in two hours.”
Her eyes widened. “Two hours? Justin…it’s ten in the morning! We’re going out in broad daylight?”
He raised a brow. “Yeah, why not?”
“You know we can’t! No one knows we’re seeing each other. The minute we get photographed together, somebody could post about it on social media and it will definitely reach Jill! And she already warned me…this is a friendship ender.”
Justin sighed. “
