Edge texts me. What the f**k?
What the f**k?Which is code for, When the hell can we come up to the hotel room so I can have another beer and pass out for a while?
When the hell can we come up to the hotel room so I can have another beer and pass out for a while?I give him the room number, tell him not to catch the attention of the attendant behind the desk in the lobby and remind him not to take the elevator.
Be right up, Edge texts.
Be right up,I turn to Sarah, who is just emerging from the bathroom having taken a minute to wash up and refresh herself. She’s patting her face dry with the towel when she smiles at me. Her eyes drift to the closest of the two beds housed inside the small, square room.
I can’t help but smile.
“I would love to,” I say. “I think you know how much I’d love
