“I am so angry at Jason I could spit!” Jami stomped around our front living room later that day, throwing her hands in disgust. I watched her from my place on the couch, nodding my head along with her outrage but too exhausted to rehash the memory repeatedly.
The boys had dropped me off earlier, but only after breakfast, coffee, and sixty minutes or so of reassuring the boys that I wasn’t going to keel over in my house and fall down the stairs. Only then did they drive me home, much to Jami’s paranoid relief.
Honestly, I’d still been trying to wrap my head around the fact that I spent the night with them last night, and they’d taken care of me like I was one of their own. A friend. Maybe even more. Not a single one of them had touched me or crossed any boundaries. I’d slept through the n
