Her heart squeezed and swelled simultaneously inside her chest before, like a pin to a balloon, her bubble burst. “I live in Portland.”
“So? It’s not like either of us work a traditional nine-to-five or go into an office.” Rosaline shrugged easily. “Not to mention, the holidays are right around the corner, and I know Lyric and Cash are making plans to spend them together in Portland. Plus, my parents are there so I’d be flying into town no matter what. I’ll be in town from Thanksgiving through the new year. At least.”
And after? She wanted to ask, but she didn’t want to jump the gun. It was only October, after all.
“I don’t know what your plans for the holidays look like, but I was hoping we could spend some time together,” Rosaline continued, bringing Poppy’s hand to her mouth and brushing a kiss to her knuckles that turned her insides to goo. “If you want.”
As if it were even a question.
Chapter Fifteen
Monday, October 22
Poppy (12:11 a.m.):Text me in the morning, please. I want to make sure you didn’t drown in Lyric’s bathtub.♥
Cash (6:45 a.m.):i’m dying
Poppy (6:46 a.m.):You’re hungover, you big baby. You’re going to be fine.
Cash (6:46 a.m.):no, I need you to listen. in the top drawer of my nightstand is a document. my last will and testament.
Poppy (6:46 a.m.):Oh my god?? ?
Cash (6:47 a.m.):listen. i’m leaving you everything. you’re my best friend and I love you. even when i fuck up you always forgive me. i think that’s really special
Poppy (6:48 a.m.):So you read through your texts from last night, huh?
Cash (6:49 a.m.):I AM SO SORRY
Cash (6:49 a.m.):I THOUGHT I WAS TEXTING YOU
Cash (6:49 a.m.):PLEASE TELL ME I DIDN’T FUCK THINGS UP FOR YOU???
Cash (6:49 a.m.):LYRIC IS GONNA KILL ME
Poppy (6:50 a.m.):Stop texting me in all caps. It feels like you’re screaming at me.
Poppy (6:50 a.m.):And no. You didn’t fuck things up. The opposite actually.
Cash (6:51 a.m.):????????
Poppy (6:52 a.m.):Rosaline and I are now dating.
Cash (6:53 a.m.):FUCK YEAH YOU ARE
Cash (6:53 a.m.):I KNEW IT
Cash (6:53 a.m.):YOU’RE WELCOME
Poppy (6:54 a.m.):??
Poppy (6:54 a.m.):Please please tell me you’re on your way to the airport. You’ve got to be at the stadium by 11.
Cash (6:55 a.m.):i’m in the car
Poppy (6:56 a.m.):See you soon.
Rosaline (12:02 p.m.):I hope you made it home safely. How’s Curran feeling?
