“I’m sorry Liz, I’m just so tired.”
“But you were flirty at dinner. You kept running your foot up and down my leg.”
“I was bored by the open-source chat.”
“So now I’m just a diversion? Your plaything?”
“You will be in the morning. I promise,” Bridgette murmured.
Liz snuggled in and whispered in her ear.
“Cookie?” Bridgette said, sleepily. “Why would I want a cookie? We had an enormous dinner and dessert. I just brushed my teeth and everything.”
“Honey, I said ‘quickie’.”
But the word hung in the air. Bridgette was already asleep.