In her adulthood, Whitney had started finding a calm in being at a stranger’s apartment when she knew they were going to have sex. She still got as nervous as anyone when she wasn’t sure how the other person was feeling about her. But when she knew that they were going to have sex, she felt the whole world slow down. And tonight, Whitney knew they were going to have sex. 
    She sipped her drink slowly, a vodka lemonade in a thrift store mug. She sat down in front of Spencer’s bookshelf and asked which books were hers and which were her roommates’. They smoked another joint on the back patio. And then, Spencer led her by the hand to her room in the basement. 
    [Sexual content redacted]
    By 4:30am, Whitney had mentally decided to call in sick for work and so the two were able to continue on until morning. As the sun came in through the little basement windows at the top of the wall, they collapsed and slept until noon. 
Walking to lunch, they passed Whitney’s car. Her spare key still in her pocket, she opened the door and they drove the rest of the way. 

The End