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I knew I still needed to tell the girls exactly what was going on between Johnny and I before much longer passed, or I would officially be putting myself into the 'bad friend' category for the foreseeable future.
Jess definitely had knowledge of more than most, but if I was being completely honest with myself, I was scared—scared of what they might say about the fact that I was moving in with Johnny, and particularly scared of their opinions of, for lack of a better word, my new brand of kink.
I had done a pretty good job of concealing my battle scars up until this point... but, springtime will come eventually, they're going to get the full picture —no more turtlenecks, am I right?—and I just hope they understand that this is what I want. Truly.
The bookstore was closed on Sundays, so that weekend the girls and I made plans to meet up for a late dinner on Sunday evening.
Johnny mentioned having something 'planned for me' during the afternoon, and while I tried to press him throughout the day Friday and Saturday as to what that might be, he didn't say another word—just to keep my calendar clear for a few hours.
I was almost positive we would be heading directly back to his place after we grabbed lunch together around one o'clock in the afternoon, but I was quite surprised to find him heading further into the city after we left the café.
