I feel bouncy the next morning: bouncy when I get out of bed, as I walk through the house, as I make us both breakfast and drive us to work. Today I am in love with that two-letter word: us. I have the same thrill over the word ‘we.’ I got to use it when I suggested that ‘we’ have dinner together before he left last night. And again, when I offered to let him stay over and thought maybe ‘we’ could share my bed. It feels so good on my tongue and it sounds positively righteous echoing through my mind. I’m a teenager again, fresh from a first kiss, high on endorphins, and lousy with happiness. Jimmy doesn’t get out of the car right away when I park, and it takes me a second to realize he’s staring at me. “Everything okay?”
He nods. Then immediately shakes his head. “That…what we did…”
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