So, you mentioned a
big comfy T-shirt…
Brooke’s heart stopped. Did Anna want to wear it? She nearly dropped her phone at the thought.
Brooke Kent (12:02 am):
I did…
Anna Fourchette (12:02 am):
How would you feel
about me stealing it?
Brooke Kent (12:03 am):
It’s in the left side of my
suitcase, rolled up in a pair
of black adidas joggers.
Anna Fourchette (12:04 am):
♥?♥?♥?♥?♥?
Brooke Kent (12:04 am):
You can steal the joggers
too, if you want.
She wondered what that would be like when she and Nate made it home. She wondered if Anna would really be able to stay awake, or if that ship had sailed for the night. Nate’s actual wedding was tomorrow, she knew they couldn’t stay out that late.
Anna Fourchette (12:06 am):
I’m good with just the
shirt
Attached was a photo of Anna laying in bed with just Brooke's shirt on. It just barely covered Anna’s upper thighs. Brooke chugged the rest of the beer she was holding. To which, Nate let out a happy yell and immediately replaced it with another. Brooke didn’t protest at all, she just took another big swig.
Brooke Kent (12:07 am):
You’re absolutely correct.
You don’t need the joggers.
Anna Fourchette (12:07 am):
Honey?
Brooke Kent (12:08 am):
Darling?
Brooke watched as Anna typed and erased and typed and erased for what felt like twenty minutes.
