Chapter 11December 26: Angie
I have no idea how I made it through Christmas Day without saying something irretrievable. After that epic f**k, we had to rest for a while. Then we had to shower. Then we were f*****g starved, but neither of us wanted to go anywhere, so I tried a delivery app.
“Like Pink Dot,” I said happily, unpacking everything an hour later. “Salad, fettucine Alfredo, grilled steak and zucchini, bottle of wine.” I wasted no time opening that.
“You used Pink Dot?”
I turned to look at Ramon, who was semi-upright against the headboard, wearing the look of a man who might well be napping five minutes after we ate. “Get your ass over to the table, you need to stay awake till a normal hour.”
“The hell I do.” He obeyed, though, which I have to admit was delightful.
“The answ
