Chapter Thirty-Three
Josh and I weren’t “dating, " we didn’t have that title at least. Sure, we always hung out and had s*x, but I wouldn’t have called us a couple. I wasn’t seeing anyone else, and I was confident he wasn’t either, we spent most of our free time together, but we didn’t do couple things. We rarely went out to dinner or on dates; we didn’t hold hands and didn’t really do anything that a couple would normally do. We didn’t do much other than research the happenings in the last year and a half. A year and three months since I met him, and a year and a half since the message on the mirror. 541 days, to be exact.
He hadn’t made a big deal about it when he asked me out to dinner that night, but I knew why he did. Neither of us had any idea what we were waking up to the next day
