Your car is back. The keys are under your front mat. Text me.
Did you get any sleep? How’s Noah?
Do you need anything?
I’m still thinking of how you felt against me last night.
See you soon, Cora.
Putting my phone down, I walk to the front door to quickly grab my keys. When I open it, I’m shocked to find a bag sitting on top of the mat. Looking inside, there are various flavored sports drinks, over-the-counter medicines for kids, and a coloring book.What the hell?
Locking the door behind me, I toss my keys on the table, along with the bag, and pick up my phone.
Me:
Did you stop by this morning?
Mila:
You’re joking, right? It’s my day off. You’re lucky I’m awake.
Me:
Did Mara?
Mila:
Now I know you’re joking.
Sighing, I flick to the next person on my list. The one I was hoping to leave on read.
Me:
Was this you? *Attached picture*
Atlas:
Weird way to say good morning.
Me:
Good morning. Was this you?
Atlas:
I was already out. You should be set for anything.
Me:
You didn’t need to do this.
Atlas:
And?
Me:
…Thank you.
