One weekend, just the three of us

Saturday night was just the two of us, a real date, the kind we don’t make time for anymore. Sunday a close friend ended up staying, and the three of us crossed a line we’d only ever hinted at. Nobody made it weird. What surprised me wasn’t the night itself, it was how easy it felt, and how we both keep quietly thinking about it.

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