Lauren E

“I’ll get the truffles I hid in your bedroom,” Stef volunteered. “I really wish you were straight,” I said. “If I could be straight for anyone, it would be you,” he said, clinking his glass to mine. “Where did these glasses come from?” I asked, frowning at the barware. “These are my car wine glasses. I always carry a pair.”
― Lucy Score, Things We Never Got Over