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So Friday night, a good friend of mine (and, once upon a time, an exboyfriend) calls me up. "Come to dinner" he says. So I do. We go to a pub near his house with his flatmate and some others, and get pretty drunk.
I drove down, so he lets me crash at his place. You know, expecting to occupy a couch and wake up with a sore back. But that's cool, I'm fine with that. "No", he says. "Come sleep on my bed." Why not? We're good friends. We've been there, done that. And anyway, too tired and drunk.
He strips to his underwear and jumps in bed. Oh that's how it's going to be. So do I.
Almost immediately, an arm falls over my chest. Umm. I roll over to my side. He scooches over; I've become the little spoon. But it's nice.
Wake up the next morning, and we're still spooning.
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We dated over four years ago. Didn't speak for one, but were great friends for three. Still have a lot of love for the guy.
I drove down, so he lets me crash at his place. You know, expecting to occupy a couch and wake up with a sore back. But that's cool, I'm fine with that. "No", he says. "Come sleep on my bed." Why not? We're good friends. We've been there, done that. And anyway, too tired and drunk.
He strips to his underwear and jumps in bed. Oh that's how it's going to be. So do I.
Almost immediately, an arm falls over my chest. Umm. I roll over to my side. He scooches over; I've become the little spoon. But it's nice.
Wake up the next morning, and we're still spooning.
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We dated over four years ago. Didn't speak for one, but were great friends for three. Still have a lot of love for the guy.