[Later, on the night when she gets home from this
. She's had more to drink and a night of making out in the back of a movie theater. Left open on the downstairs coffee table as a private draft in her book when she stumbles up to bed.]
I wanted to let you know that thank you. You're nice and you seem nice. And you haven't been an asshole which is good i like that. I like your smile too. It's nice. And your eyes and your scruffy and kissing you. Hands! I like your hands too. A lot. I think about them. Don't tell Max, she'll say something dumb about it. But I do. your hands and your fingers. It's been a really really really really long time since I liked someone's hands. Like that. Like in the way that I want them on me. And in me. Maybe not your whole hands. You have big hands and I don't think that would work. But fingers. Fingers would be really nice. Because yours are thick and they look strong and they make me think about sex. Like every time I see you. Every time. Even when you think I'm not, I sort of am. And when I think about sex, I think about having sex. With you. A lot. And I wonder how it would be. If we'd be good or not. Together. I think we might. I think we should try. Maybe soon. Please.
ps I promise not to hurt you or make you fall down again. Hopefully.[Gabe R.]
Am I allowed to murder my roommate?