“So let me get this straight.”
“There’s nothing straight about you,” I tease.
He ignores me and continues. “You bump into the same guy who hooked up with you the other night, you get to talking and he escorts you home. You invite him in, more talking, he leaves and then comes back because he forgot his keys. Then things get hot and heavy and he ends up staying the night,” Derrick summarises the slightly truthful s***h slightly fabricated story I told him while he gets dressed upstairs.
“Yup, that’s pretty much the gist of it,” I say casually, laying back on the couch scrolling through Prime on my TV for something to watch as I chomp on some chips. I settle for that old 90s program Fact or Fiction. I’ve never finished the entire series, but I’m really good at picking which is fact and wh
