First Sleepover
On Friday night I went to a party with The Marine. There he introduced me to all his coworkers and then loaded me up on margaritas and authentic Mexican food fresh out of the deep fryer. Everything was so nice, everyone was so relaxed–this is how I always feel around the Marine. Being with him is easy.
As the sun set over the tops of buildings, I smiled at The Marine and told him, “I like your world. It’s fun. It’s easy.” He looked at me with confusion. “I mean I don’t take myself so seriously when I’m around you. It’s nice.” He smiled and squeezed my hand.
