Mom gives me a look. “Good thing we stopped by for this wine that Louis picked up for us.”
I look back at my brother, and he winks. Man, I love that guy.
When Jennings goes to say something, I hit him with a dark look, shaking my head. “Thanks for the help, guys. I owe you.”
Louis shakes his head, and Jennings nods eagerly. Charlotte looks like a Disney princess with her hands up under her chin.
And Ashlyn, well… Of course, she has parting words. “Maybe when she sets those flowers on fire, you’ll catch the hint.”
I waggle my brows at her. “Nope. She’s gonna love them, and if not, I’ll have y’all over to make more.”
I ignore the hoots of laughter from the peanut gallery and especially the looks from my parents as I head out the door.
Because there will be some heat when I enter Ambrosia’s space, but not from her burning the flowers we made her.
At least, I hope not…
CHAPTER
TWENTY
Ambrosia
DoesMyBreathStink60: No, as in I haven’t been with anyone in a long while and don’t plan to be when I’m pining for someone else.
Pining.
He’s pining.
You knew this.
I did.
Am I pining?
Fuck me.
I don’t want to be pining, but I think I’m pining.
Sssshiiiit…
I’m not stunned to silence often, but Dawson’s message did just that. I’d be stupid to believe him. I mean, come on. Dawson Sinclair, celibate? That’s wild to me. But what if he is?
Why do I think he is?
Why do I believe he is pining for me?
Because you’re stupid.
Hating how mean I can be to myself, I can feel my brows touching as I violently text him back, needing verification. The click of my nails against the screen of my phone adds to the noise in the kitchen. My mom is making the stove rice, which is rice that lives on the stove until it dries out, andTíais frying some tostones.
Me: So I understand…no girls, or guys, will or have seen the sticker? That you claim is on your penis skin?
DoesMyBreathStink60: Just so you know, I’d rather hear you say cock than penis skin.
Mother Mary.
DoesMyBreathStink60: But yes. Only one girl will be allowed to see it.
