New Year’s Eve: Part 6
Let me tell you, tumblr, Grad was damn good at spooning. A regular pro.
We laid there for a while and talked more. We started kissing. We tried to fall asleep. We failed.
He wound up rubbing my back, then reaching down and rubbing elsewhere. I tried to keep quiet, I wasn’t sure if anyone else was sleeping down in the basement. I bucked lightly against his hand.
“You’re really different than other people,” Grad said.
I chuckled, “you’re in love with me.” I’d been teasing him about it since we’d started talking. He’d make a comment, pay me a compliment, look at me too long and I’d say that.
For how random it was, there was something kind of sweet about hooking up with Grad. I don’t know. He’s a good guy. I guess we exchanged numbers, because I found his text the next morning. It’s horrible to admit, but I don’t think I’ll be calling him in the future. I just wouldn’t know what to say without being awkward.
And for that reason among others, I think I’m going to stop my random hookups for a while. I think Grad was a lovely note to end on for now.