She doesn’t want to get out of bed, despite all the text dings from Jeje (“MERRY CHRISTMAS B*TCH IT’S MY BDAY COME OVER” … ”Jk obv they got it all wrong we know my bday is in July, Leo magic baby…you’re enough capricorn for the both of us” … “Okay seriously come over Jo made cinny rolls!”)
They are too mushed up in that sweet state of remembering the romance, the singe, the red flutter of the other night with Luc. The memories flick thru her mind like a sensual movie montage…
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