DANIELLAH
We’re having pizza and champagne half naked on the floor as Gossip Girl plays on the telly.
Conrad wanted a manly show but one look into my puppy dog eyes, and he caved.
For a weird reason Mars and Bruno are the ones sitting on the couch, as I spread my bare and naked legs over Conrad boxers covered ones on the floor. I’m in his t-shirt because he literally snapped my vest in half as we broke the sofa in.
“This is what I imagined our life would be like when I got married.” Conrad rubs circles on my thigh with his fingers.
“Really? This?” I motion to the cheap pizza on the table, “staying home on a Friday night while watching Gossip Girl is what you imagined when we go married.”
Should I be flattered or offended?
“No, obviously not the Gossip girl part but the great s*
