Love in the Time of Quarantine
She’s not wrong.
“You do know that only works if you have someone to fuck, right?” she deadpans.
“I know, Jamie,” I reply, slowly. “I was trying to make you laugh.”
She claps a hand over her mouth, the laugh barely held in her eyes. A second later, we’re both giggling—loud, snorty, helpless laughter.
That’s how Jorge finds us—arms wrapped around each other, laughter bubbling between us like champagne.
“There they are! My two lovelies!” he announces, grinning.
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