At least my sex life wasn't a mess anymore.
I knocked on the door and waited. A few minutes later, instead of Jasmine, Tessa opened it. She gave me a warm smile and stepped aside, the smell of shampoo and pizza grease already in the air.
"Hey," I said, holding up the boxes in my hands like a trophy. "Brought pizza."
"Your shift ended finally, huh?" she said, stepping back to let me in.
"Yep," I said, brushing a raindrop off my jacket. "So, what are we watching? You girls decided yet?"
"We're still deciding," she said, already turning toward the living room. "Come in."
I stepped inside, my shoes sinking slightly into the worn carpet. The place smelled like fabric softener and candle wax—cleaner than my own apartment, at least.
