“Not now, dude,” I say, shaking my head.
“Posey wanted me to check on you. He’s still nursing his stomach.”
“Tell him I’m fine.” I go to shut the door, but Pacey puts his hand out, stopping me.
“I know you’re not fine.”
“Okay, how about this? I want to be left the fuck alone.”
Pacey nods. “Yup, that works.”
And then I shut the door, moving back into the room just as a text dings on my phone.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I mutter, knowing it’s probably Posey.
Wanting to shut them all up, I grab my phone to text the group but pause when I see Blakely’s name.
Immediately, my stomach flips, and I sit up on my bed as I open it.
Blakely:Will it always be this awkward between us?
Okay, not what I was expecting to read. Then again, I don’t know what I expected her to say. We haven’t said anything to each other since we started having sex.
For a brief second, I consider asking the boys for help on this, but in all honesty, I think I’m in this goddamn mess because I’ve been doing this whole thing their way. Far too many cooks have been in the kitchen, and I think it’s time I handle this relationship with Blakely on my own.
No more “main hole” comments.
No more advice on how to make her fall for me.
And no more group texts that give me more anxiety than help me.
If I want Blakely, then I’m going to do this on my own.
Halsey:No. I don’t want it to be awkward.
I kick off my shoes and sit back against the headboard, waiting for her to text back.
Blakely:I don’t want it to be awkward either. I miss talking to you.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I rub my eyes. I should have been talking to her this whole time, but this is also not something I want to discuss over texts.
Halsey:I miss talking to you too, Blakely.
Blakely:Then maybe we can have a conversation about . . . everything.
Halsey:I’d like that, but not like this. Not over text. When I get back, we’ll talk.
Blakely:Okay.
Halsey:But have you had a good day?
Blakely:Yeah, it’s been good. Penny’s over tonight. Child free. Someone opened a few bottles of wine.
Halsey:Someone might have a headache come tomorrow morning when her baby wakes her up.
Blakely:Ha ha. Most likely the someone who supplied the glasses too.
Halsey:That would be my guess as well. I’ll be thinking of you wearing my shirt tonight. I’ll miss having you next to me.
