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The first part of the play was amazing. Jasper selected She Loves Me, a romantic comedy that’s an adaptation of the original play that was once made into the movie You’ve Got Mail.
I walk out from the bathroom during intermission to find Jasper perched by the bar with a wine glass in one hand, a highball in the other. The playhouse must have the air on full blast because I’m freezing, but I’m guessing Jasper enjoys seeing my skin because I’ve caught him sneaking a few peeks at my ink tonight.
“The only time I wish I were a man…when it comes to public bathrooms.” I roll my eyes, taking the wine glass he’s offering.
He smiles then sips his drink and places his hand on the small of my back, right where the fabric dips down above my ass. His fingers skim along my bare skin and I squirm.
