Quiet Time
I look down at my feet, absently thinking how white they look in the moonlight. They are milky, sea foam white. They are-
“Are you listening to me?”
“Yes,” I whisper softly.
“So you made a fucking mistake. It happens. Tomorrow, go talk to him and apologize. I’m sure it will be okay.”
I nod mutely and hear him sigh. The next thing I know I am pulled into bed and into his arms. I feel him kiss my cheek.
“I think you should shave.”
“Oh shut up, Vinny.”
“No, really. You need to shave.”
Brad laughs. “As you wish.”