This worked for me.
I had no deliveries tomorrow. My plan was to bake the cakes I needed to decorate for my Tuesday delivery after my shift at SC, and then I was free.
Therefore, that was why it was one o’clock in the afternoon and I was standing in my clean and tidy living room, the mimosas had worn off, the big brunch I ate was wearing off, I had nothing pressing to do, and I was feeling lost.
And Gabe and I hadn’t made any plans.
For that afternoon…
Or at all.
He didn’t even mention it.
To be fair, neither had I.
And even if we were a thing, which we were (hmm), that didn’t mean we needed to spend every minute we could together.
But he’d been so in my space since he declared his intentions, and his presence was so quietly charismatic (unless he was talking, then he was verbally charismatic), it occupied everything (mostly my mind) even when he wasn’t around.
And since I’d quit fighting it, I had to face the truth that I really liked having him around.
Actually, I loved it.
Thus, not knowing when I was going to see him again made everything feel…
Empty.
I decided enough time had elapsed since the big event, thus I took out my phone and texted Raye and Cap with, So happy for you! Congratulations!!!!! and added a confetti screen effect.
If they were still celebrating, they could ignore it, but I wanted to make sure I sent it.
After I did that, I ruminated on calling Mom to have a gab and fill her in about Gabe, but I thought it was way too soon for that, so I didn’t.
But I did text her with the news about Raye and Cap, to which she texted a GIF of Cam and Gloria from Modern Family wiggling.
God, Mom was the best.
I then considered grabbing my keys and heading to Nordstrom Rack to treat myself to a new outfit or something, but since I decided to take my breather, I figured that probably wasn’t a great idea.
Then I dropped my phone and bag on the kitchen bar and wandered into the bathroom.
I turned on the light and stood in front of the mirror.
And there, I stared at myself.
I had strawberry-blonde hair that was more on the strawberry side than the blonde. It was thick. It was long. It was natural. It took beachy waves like a champ.
It was my finest asset.
I had a cute nose. Decent lips. Downturned almond eyes that were kind of a boring gray. And decent skin.
I was Harlow’s height, five ten (all the other girls were taller than us, only slightly, but still…except Gemma, who was five five).
I was far from svelte, couldn’t even be called slender. I had booty, so it was good Gabe was into that. My tits were maybe a smidge over average.
Though, even I had to admit, I gave great gam.
I’d been so busy with Willow’s Good Stuff, and Kevin’s garbage, I hadn’t really had time to hit on my signature style, even if I loved clothes.
