“What’s tonight’s movie of choice?” She adjusts the collar on her silk pink-and-white striped pajama top. “Do you have Netflix?”

“Yes.” I stare at her, blinking.

“Coolio.” She leans forward, positions the phone so she’s hands-free but still in view, and grabs her remote. “What are you in the mood for? Action? Comedy?” She glances away from the TV and shoots me an amused smile. “Me personally? Romance is the name of my game.”

“Babe,” I breathe out, “you need to clue me in here.”

She plays with the remote in her hand. “Both of us are home, solo. Might as well watch a movie … hang out.”

“Hmm … from what I remember, you said you’d be having lots and lots of sex tonight.”

Nausea permeates in my stomach at her sleeping with a random guy who doesn’t deserve her. That nausea morphs into satisfaction that she’s not with a guy tonight.

No, she’s with me.

Virtually.

But I’ll take it.

I’ll take any extra time I can have with her.

She scoffs, “You’re dumber than I thought if you believed that.”

I knew she was fucking with me.

The thing is, I love fucking with her right back.

“You have six seconds to decide before I take matters into my own hands,” she says, breaking me out of my thoughts. “And trust me, it’ll either be a serial killer doc, a cheesy romance, or some tiger people’s drama.”

I kick my bare feet up on the concrete coffee table. “You plan to come over?”

She shakes her head. “We’re watching a movie via FaceTime.”

There’s no, Do you want to?

Cassidy—my new bossy best-friend-slash-coworker—has no problem telling me what my plans are for the night.

“Ah, is this what the cool kids do these days?” Observing my surroundings, I search for the perfect phone stand and decide on a leather pillow. Snagging the pillow, I settle it on the coffee table and balance the phone against it—a setup similar to Cassidy’s.

“Nope. We typically Netflix and chill. Netflix and chill is when—”

Not wanting to hear about her Netflix-and-chilling with anyone, I talk over her, “I know what Netflix and chill is. I’m not that old. You pick the movie. I’m down for whatever.”

“Let me grab my movie snacks.”

Movie snacks?

“I wish you had given your boy a warning, so I could’ve grabbed some movie snacks.”

“Joke’s on you. Everyone should have movie snacks on hand at all times. Next time you go to the store, I’m tagging along to make sure you’re loaded with the good stuff.” Blowing me a kiss, she jumps off the bed, providing a short glimpse of her in her short pajama shorts, and disappears from the camera’s view.