Tessa

I spent time with the triplets up until Wednesday evening, although I’d gone home Tuesday night. I’d needed some time away from the sexual tension that was always there, and by Wednesday night I was too sore and tired, to do much of anything anyway.

It was exhausting, keeping up with all three of them, and doing my homework, as well as all of the things I did for the paper, the blog, all of it. I was tired. So, Thursday morning when I got a text from Carlos asking if I’d like to go out for dinner, I wasn’t exactly excited about the idea, because all I could think about was catching up on my sleep.

I felt terrible about it, I’d devoted so much time to the triplets that I’d barely thought about what I’d do Thursday. I agreed because I felt I owed it to him. He’d finally decided we should meet in person and that was next to a miracle.

I put on an old Placebo song later that evening as I got ready, Pure Morning, one of Mom’s favorite songs, and got ready. I put on makeup, my black swea