Alright, no need to rub it in. We all know athletes have strict diets.
I think I only told him so he can pass some test he doesn’t know he’s taking. Because if I ate anything close to a carb, Josh would’ve lost his mind. I didn’t realize it at the time because he was so good at masking his words and making them sound like concern. Now, I wonder if I’m that stupid.
Roman
What are you wearing?
Lavinia
Why do men always want to know that?
Roman
It helps with the fantasies.
Lavinia
What am I wearing in your fantasies?
Roman
A pink, sheer nightgown thing that hides nothing.
I’m a pin-up in his fantasies? The funny thing is, I have a nightgown like what he described. It’s not entirely sheer, but thin enough to be provocative. No surprise, it was a gift from Aunt Constance at my bridal shower.
Lavinia
That’s scarily accurate.
Roman
Seriously?
Lavinia
No. Sorry to disappoint.
Roman
Then what are you wearing?
I look at the gilded mirror across from my bed. It’s been there since before Jules and I moved in and since this is her parents' apartment, we’re under strict orders not to change anything. I actually like the mirror and want one like it when we move.
My hair’s tied up into a big bun and my cheeks are flushed. I can tell him what I’m wearing. Or… I reach up, removing the tie from my hair and running my fingers through it until it’s fluffed up and messy. Throwing off the blanket, I kneel up in bed and take a photo. Before I can think better of it, I send it to Roman.
Roman
My soul left my body, baby. Gotta warn a guy before you try to kill him.
I giggle, glancing at the mirror again. I’m wearing cheeky pink panties and a white tee that pulls tight across my chest.
Lavinia
Where are you?
Roman
Just got to my room as you sent that photo. Don’t know what I would have done if someone else saw you, but it would definitely play into that ridiculous nickname they’ve given me.
