I ran errands all afternoon, even stopping to get a couple’s massage with Owen, which was every bit as strange as you might imagine. But, hey, we got a great deal. Afterward, I headed home to shower and shave, because tonight I finally have another date with Harper. After my shower, I quickly dressed in a pair of jeans, a button-down shirt, and a pair of boots.
Normally, I’d grab a condom before leaving the house for a date. Tonight, though? I’m all kinds of unsure about what to do. I want to be prepared, just in case, but I also don’t want Harper to feel pressured or think that I expected s*x to happen tonight. Because I definitely don’t.
There’s also the warning Tiffany gave me about s*x complicating things.
But that’s not true, is it? s*x is the least complicated thing ever. Except .
