Me: What the hell happened last night?

Kent: You lost your tattoo virginity?

Me: Did I bleed on you?

Kent: Not me.

Me: Myself?

Kent: No. Matt, yes.

Me: Was I brave?

Kent:… Roofie? You don’t remember a thing, do you?

Me: Oh, right… and after that?

I waited for a minute or two and when no response came, I forced myself out of bed. I had to pee really bad. When I came back I saw he’d responded.

Kent: Jen is angry because she found us in bed together.

In bed together?? I had a dream that we were in bed together. It was a very vivid dream. Did he? Did that happen? Was it not a dream? I typed my next question carefully; I didn’t want to give anything away if it wasn’t true. I felt my heart squeeze tightly in my chest and held my breath as a I waited for a response. If it was true, then he wasn’t sleeping when we, you know, did it.

Me: Whose bed were we in and why were we in it together?

Kent: Yours. You were out of it. Confused. I was comforting you.

Comforting me… okay. That was like the dream. Now for a test.

Me: Did you grind on my ass or was that just a dream?

Kent: I touched your boob.

Me: What??

Kent: You put my hand there. Then Jen came in and you told her to leave.

Ohmygod, ohmygod, it wasn’t a dream. All of that shit had really happened. And he’d confessed. He’d confessed to me. Why wasn’t he mentioning that part? My scalp was tingling with anticipation. Maybe he was going to leave her. I stared at the tattoo on my wrist with a grin.

Me: And you told me you wanted to say my name that night?

Kent: What are you talking about?

My heart sank. I must have just imagined that part of it. I was a total skank last night. I made him grope me and Jen found us like that. How was I ever going to show my face around her again? Stacy shot me a text while I figured out what to say to Kent, reminding me that I was singing tonight. Perfect. I’d distract him so he wouldn’t have to know about my crazy dreams.

Me: Nothing. What are you doing tonight?

Kent: You? XD

Kent: Nothing.

Me: Funny.

Kent: Seriously. What’s up?

Me: I’m singing tonight. U want to come?

A little square picture popped up on my screen. I squinted and recognized a half naked Kent holding his thumb up in the air. I chuckled. What a dork.

Kent: How’s that for an answer?

Me: … is that Jen’s boob?

Kent: No, pervert.