I’m a good boy, continuing to kiss the wall as Avery pees and slams the test down on the counter. She leaves to change while I linger around on nervous feet. Three minutes is a long time when you’re counting down the seconds. “Did you do it right?” I ask impatiently, waiting for the result to appear. Avery groans, the distinct sound of her head slamming into something solid. “This is the worst date I’ve ever been on.”
What is thisss
