Give Monica an excuse

» Hey, babe!

I text my girlfriend a couple hours later.

» Jenny will be coming over tomorrow. Haven't seen her for ages! We'll probably be busy all morning. Is it ok if you and I meet in the evening?

I hope she doesn't connect the dots and figures out I'm on Marie's side. Jenny is my cousin, and I know I can make her back me up in case Monica asks. After a couple minutes, she replies.

Babe » Aw... (⁠✿⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠) That's ok, sweetie! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤ Maybe we can meet at 7?

» Sure! I'll go to your place, ok?

Babe ». Yup! That'd be lovely! (⁠●⁠♡⁠∀⁠♡⁠)

Some minutes later, I get a screenshot from Marie. Monica had texted her too:

Mon » Julie will be busy in the morning ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄

» Nice, hun. We'd better start early then. 9 am?

Mon » Can we do it 7 am? (⁠⁠﹏⁠⁠;⁠) I just wanna make sure I'll have enough time ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ ⁠ᴥ⁠•̥⁠`⁠ʔ

» Sure, hun. We'll do it all morning long, and you'll be home in time for your girl.

Mon » Thanks (⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠) I'm so nervous. I already feel so guilty.

» Don't be, hun. We'll have lots of fun.

Fuck. I'm so hard already. I text Jenny to have her come. We're very close, and she can keep a secret, so I'll probably let her know about my plan.

Tomorrow comes and I'm incredibly excited.