My girl was only slightly annoyed, but she warned me that if his brother wasn’t cute, we were leaving the next bar as soon as we walked in.

His brother was very cute.

We hung out with the three of them until very late, drinking, laughing, listening to music, and having a good time.

Mr. Man and his brother invited us back to their hotel suite. It’s cliché and probably a little dangerous, but we went anyway because it was summertime in New York City; we were buzzed off of alcohol, laughter, and good vibes; and the mood was right.

We started out sitting in the living area as a group, but slowly broke off into pairs.

We lay side by side on his bed, talking about everything from my career as a writer to his lifestyle as a lawyer in Miami.

He massaged my scalp, gave me a back rub, and played with my feet.

I licked his lips, got high off of his scent, and fell asleep with my face smushed into his chest.