Date Ariane – Strip — Crazy Eights

“You’re still half-dressed.”

“This is getting interesting .” She laid down an eight. “Hearts.” date ariane – strip crazy eights

By round seven, the game had evolved. You were down to your jeans and boxers. She wore the tank top, a pair of black lace panties you’d glimpsed when she stood to refill her wine, and one earring. The other had fallen off during a particularly aggressive discard. “You’re still half-dressed

You sat cross-legged on her living room rug, a half-empty bottle of cheap merlot between you. The city lights blinked through the floor-to-ceiling windows of her apartment—the kind of place an art history major shouldn’t be able to afford, which meant her parents were either rich or guilty. You didn’t ask. date ariane – strip crazy eights