Lenny's POV
One, we didn't have s*x. Thank goodness! Two,......he doesn't remember a damn thing he just remembers taking me home. How do I know that? Weeellll
Oh my f*****g gosh. Van and I made out. What the f**k do I do?! Ugh he was drunk....It probably didn't mean anything. He'll probably just ask me not to tell his wife. W-We can just pretend it didn't happen. I'll make breakfast so we can avoid the conversation.
I got out the bed and ran to the kitchen to make breakfast. When I was done I walked out with a tray into the living room as Van was yawning. He must of just woke up.
"Ugh did I fall asleep on the couch?" Van asked rubbing the back of his neck.
"Uh Van..." I said and he turned to look at me.
"What happened last night exactly?" he asked and I dropped the tray.
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