What was the etiquette for going over to your maybe boyfriend’s house for a movie and to have your stitches taken out? Were you supposed to bring something? And were they actually dating Pierce did fracture his hand punching out her ex and took her out to dinner. That felt like dating to Reagan. Was this some kind of Netflix and Chill thing? Surprisingly (or maybe not so surprisingly), Google had absolutely no answers to her questions. So Reagan baked a batch of (box) sugar cookies in the communal kitchen and made sure her bra matched her panties before Becca’s boyfriend showed up for yet another sex marathon.
The drive to Pierce’s apartment only took about fifteen minutes and Reagan’s knuckles felt every second of the drive. As she took the elevator up and walked to the unassuming door, her heart threatened to leap out of her chest and she gripped the plate tighter. Two short knocks and the door opened, revealing Pierce waiting for her with a smile. “I, uh, wasn’t sure if I should bring anything. So I brought cookies....” Reagan trailed off, her eyes focusing on the space behind Pierce, rather than his piercing blue eyes.
