“Ok, I see. Well the friend thing you couldn’t help. And you yourself said that you would handle that. As for the marks, I guess I’ll wear those like a badge of honor.” Huh, tough talk cowboy. That’s so not gonna happen. I can see her now, bitching and teasing me all day. Not that I’d mind that too terribly.

“You say that now that you’re naked. Wait until you put a bra on, then you’ll be singing a different tune.”

“Is that right? Do I take it, you Ms. Kennard have some experience in dealing with the painful morning after marks?” I’m so not gonna answer that. Not that I have to, the blush setting my face on fire and wide smile reserved for her only returning to my face.

“Are you saying that you never left an ‘impression’ with any of the women that you’ve been with?” I hope she reads this as a good natured question and not me trying to bring up her past in any way. That is a much harder conversation I refuse to have while I’m all naked and vulnerable.

“Only with walking the next day. Which you’ll be feeling once you get out of this bed, my lady.” She wasted no time in snapping back at me. But could she be right. ***** I need to say something, quick.

“I hate you.”

“Hey you asked.” She squeaks back. I’m gonna beat her with this pillow until she takes it back. Plus hitting her in the face will prevent her for seeing my face filled with embarrassment, and a little fear of walking around today.

“Don’t run from me, Bette.” I yell at her, before a get one last shot at her. Afterwards she grabs the pillow from me and nails me right in the face. I guess I deserve that. Before I could get up and defend myself. She jumps on top on me to gloat, as usual.

“Bette get off.” I managed to get out. Instantly regretting that statement. With Bette it will always go back to *****. What the ***** am I saying, that’s a ***** of an opening for her.

“Should I even give a reply to that request.” My girl’s so sharp.