“Jizz! Bitch!”
Sutton groans, and I bite back a laugh.
“Jerry Lee, Lily hasn’t even been here.”
“It’s amazing how she’s able to teach him those words so easily.” I shake my head.
“I swear he just has to hear it one time and then chooses the worst things to repeat.”
“Hot guy, Jameson.”
Sutton gives me a look like she’s silently saying,“see?”
“Well, I’ll leave you with your friend so I can get back to work that doesn’t have a Jerry Lee.”
“Want one?” she asks excitedly and I shake my head again.
“No, you can keep that one. I’d rather get a dog.”
“And you should. Maybe Wes can go with you, doesn’t he volunteer at the animal shelter?”
“Does he?” I question.
“Yeah, that’s how he got Bruno. Does he still think he’s not keeping that dog?”
“I think so.” I shrug, and I don’t miss the look she gives me that has my eyes rolling. “Goodbye.”
I walk out with Sutton’s laughter following me and get back to work where I’m not hounded about my neighbor. It’s nice because Jenn clearly doesn’t have the sources like Sutton supposedly does.
Which makes me pretty sure I knowwhoher source is. Jameson’s mom is a sweet woman, and since she knows all of us, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was her.
After closingup for the day, a nap is calling my name. My body is exhausted, even though my night with Wes was a few days ago. The next day, I woke up sore, but not in an uncomfortable way. It was anI want moreway.
After that night, I’ve busied myself with work, and he’s been doing whatever it is he does so we haven’t crossed paths. Every night I expect him to show up at my door, but he doesn’t. I’m starting to become concerned with how badly I’m anticipating it…and maybe wanting it.
I guess it makes sense that Wes volunteers at the animal shelter. I know he helps Jameson, and doesn’t have a job. Though, I also thought when he would leave at night he had a destination in mind. Someone to see, something to do, but it turns out that he just drives.
Of course with me, we ended up doing a bit more than just that. The adrenaline that ran through me was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. The entire night seems like a dream, especially the part where he put me into bed again and kissed my forehead.
But we haven’t seen each other since, so I can’t help but think that’s it. He’s had his fun, and we can go back to ignoring each other. Maybe exchanging some remarks back and forth. Go back to pissing each other off and pretending like we don’t know what the other one looks like naked.
But I don’t think I want to go back to that.
I’m losing it.
Once I’m home I toss my keys on the counter and see my phone has an unread message from my sister. I sigh when I open it, knowing I’ll probably end up leaving her on read again. Even seeing the entire thread that consists of years of unanswered texts has the guilt bubbling up.
Brynn: I just wish you would talk to me. I miss you. We’re still family.
I sigh, putting my phone face down on the counter and distract myself with getting some food because I’ve barely eaten all day. I don’t feel like cooking, so I grab a bagel, put it in the toaster, and stare at my phone lying on the counter while I wait.
I could reply to her, just say something small. It wouldn’t hurt, but then she may want more. She may want to see me. Then I would see Brent. And who knows, they may invite Bryson too. Then what? It’s some big happy Collee family reunion? No way.
I think back to Sutton’s invitation to Thanksgiving earlier. Brent always invites me to his house for the holidays in Denver. I’ve never gone, but he hasn’t stopped inviting me. Every single year, even though I deny him every time, he still doesn’t stop.
The ding of the toaster pulls my attention back to the bagel. After I take it out, smother it in cream cheese, and take a bite, I’m back to staring at my phone.
More like glaring at it, if I’m honest.
