Me: Good to hear. Nothing too crazy, just drinking coffee waiting for seven to roll around so I can crawl into my own bed.
Bryn: Yeah, your bed is way better than the ones at the station house.
Me: I wouldn’t mind company.
I shouldn’t have offered, but it was true, and I could not get the image of her out of my head. She was the first chick who had made my dick even twitch since Cali, and I wasn’t going to be able to give up that easily.
Bryn: I thought we were just friends.
Me: Isn’t that a friendly thing to do? Offer up a comfortable bed?
I had no idea what I was saying, but it sounded decent at least.
Bryn: Is that really a good idea? Before you were all about respect and not letting sex get in the way of the job.
Me: You’re right.
Bryn: Maybe just one last time?
Her text caught me off guard, but I was not going to argue it. I wanted to be with her again even though it was a terrible idea.
Me: Fuck it, why not?