It was getting late, and despite the fact it was a Saturday night, this was the epitome of our everyday life. If I was feeling extra frisky later, I’d sit down on the couch and read an actual paperback book instead of going to bed and reading on my kindle.
Our boring, simple life.
As Elijah ran out of details to share, he stood from the table and pushed in our chairs.
It was a ritual we followed every day. Never go to bed with a dirty house. It was always nice to know you didn’t have any dishes waiting for you when you got up.
He picked up my reusable grocery bags. “I’m going to run these out to your car and lock up.”
“Thanks,” I said, my hands covered in soapsuds.
I finished washing the pans as Elijah came back inside. He threw a black hoodie on the counter. “I found this behind your seat on the floor. It’s not yours.”
“Huh. The only person who rode in my car was Jade.”
“It’s too big to be hers. It looks like a dude’s.”
“So?” I dried my hands on a towel and picked up my cell phone. “I don’t know where she got it. But I’ll tell her I have it.”
I typed up a text to Jade.
Hey, I found the sweatshirt you left in the back of my Jeep.
I set my phone down. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it earlier. I’ll just give it to her next time I see her.”
Elijah nodded before placing a quick kiss on my cheek. “I’m gonna go upstairs and jump in the shower before bed.”
“Okay. I’ll be up in a bit.”
We were definitely the lamest people I knew.
I placed the last pot in the strainer and wiped down the counters as I heard my phone buzz.
Jade
I didn’t wear a sweatshirt yesterday. What does it look like?
I held it up and tilted my head to the side. I’d never seen her wear this before.
Black hoodie with a raven on the back.
Not mine. I don’t have one like that.
Huh. Why was it in the back of my car?
Elijah is going to freak out when I tell him it’s not yours. Haha!
Don’t tell him! I’ll take the blame. But seriously. Whose is it?
OMG. Wait.
Send me a pic.
I did as she asked.
That’s a Rebel Rebellion sweatshirt!
It has to be Damien’s.
