“What’s this?” Nathan asked as I handed him the jagged piece of metal.
“It’s a key to my condo.”
“I don’t want it.” He thrust his hand back toward me.
“Take the damn key,” I said. We stood at a standstill, neither backing down. “Look, my neighbor is getting annoyed at the late-night knocking, and we haven’t spent a night apart in three weeks.”
He contemplated my words for a moment, the warring indecision etched onto his features before he conceded. “Fine.” Pulling his keys from his pocket, he twisted the metal piece on to the key ring.
He held his hand out to me. “Here.”
“What?” I asked, confused.
“If I can molest you at all hours of the night at my will, you should be able to return the favor.” He smirked as he placed his key in my open palm.
The next day, I yawned and rotated my
