The late Friday in October

I’m sitting there on one couch, and him on the other. We talk and laugh while we drink baylies to get some liquid in the blood.
Maybe we both need courage. I smile a little wisely with myself as he enters the kitchen for refills. After all, we haven’t just shared hours across the keyboard every single day about the weather. Now everything we’ve talked and fantasized about is dirty night messages, threesomes, and movie snippets that have been…