Marilyn

Something only my boyfriend would know.

My mind is blank.

Ricky nudges me with his shoulder. “I can go first.”

“Good, because I’m currently floundering.”

Tiny dimples appear in his cheeks as his smile grows. “I drink my coffee black, and I’ve been told I snore.”

“I don’t snore,” I say. “And coffee with cream, not milk. Vanilla-flavored is even better.”

“Now we’re getting ...