“You think?”
“Definitely,” I said. “I just have one request.”
“Anything.”
“Our bed at home needs to be this well-equipped,” I demanded.
“Yeah,” he said.
He kissed me again, then we took a shower together and fell into bed, crashing out pretty much immediately.
Tate
Saturday morning, I awoke to an empty bed and sat up. “Flash?”
There was no response, so I grabbed my phone and saw that he’d sent me a text.
Flash:Downstairs. Come down when you wake up.
I smiled, taking a few extra minutes to properly wash off the makeup I had on the night before. With my face freshly moisturized, I pulled my hair into a cute braid, then dressed in yoga pants and a T-shirt, and headed downstairs.
I heard chatter and laughing in the kitchen, so I made my way toward the sound, and found Hatch and Maisie standing with Flash at the island. I started toward him but before I could take a step, the woman standing next to Maisie turned, and I froze.
“Hey, baby,” Flash said.
I mean, I think that’s what he said.
I couldn’t actually process much of what he was saying, you know, on account of the fact I was staring into the face of mother fucking Melody Morgan.
She...her...my total complete and utter idol, was less than three feet from me.
Smiling at me.
“Tate?” Flash called.
It was like an echo in my head. And then there were bees. Oh my god, they were buzzing. So much buzzing.
