Rex
"I’m dying here," Olivia whines at my doorstep.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Uh, what do you think I’m doing here?"
"Being nosey?"
"Exactly," she beams, pushing me aside to make room for her to bully her way inside my house. She plops down onto my couch with a huff. "So? How’d it go?"
I don’t know how much to tell her. If I explain that I didn’t get home until after three am, she’ll latch onto it and assume I slept with her. Not that it matters, but, nah. It actually does matter. If something does come of Chloe and me, which I hope it does, I don’t want Olivia having the wrong impression of her from the start. So rather than giving her half-assed information, I go for complete honesty.
I sit down in the chair to the left of her so she doesn’t have to twist to face me. "Our date was a little, um, different than I had planned."
"What? What happened? Rex, I swear if you just hooked up and left in the middle of the night, I’ll punch you in the gut."