November 24, 2016 (гет)

"This latest time it had started in New York, a chance encounter at a book party. Or rather, three chance encounters at book parties in as many weeks. Three conversations that started with an awkward introduction from a relative stranger. Three nights spent talking only to each other on the balcony at Housing Works. They’d sipped from plastic cups of cheap wine until they were the last people left three times, and then they’d fallen into a cab back to Brooklyn, and then up four flights of stairs to her apartment, and then into her bed three times. He’d woken up three mornings with her hair in his mouth and her pillow creases on his cheek."
No one would ever accuse Rory and Jess of being good at keeping a secret.