“What time do you want to leave for the airport?” I asked, not wanting to get into it with her. I was feeling unsettled after leaving Landon. The thought of never seeing him again did funny things to my insides.
“In an hour,” Kelly said, getting up from the bed. “I’m going downstairs to get a few souvenirs.” She looked at Taylor, pointedly ignoring me. “You want anything?”
“I’m good, babe,” Taylor said, and Kelly left. The temperature in the room went up at least ten degrees.
“I’m taking a shower,” I announced, escaping into the safety of the closed bathroom. At least the trip home would be quick. I didn’t feel up for company today.
The first thing I did was take a scalding hot shower. Images of the last time I took a shower flashed through my brain, and I shivered at the memory.
Once I was dressed and looked halfway presentable again, I took a seat on the toilet. My brain was still trying to escape my skull, but at least I was feeling less nauseous. I already missed Landon and couldn’t resist the urge to message him.
Me: Thank you for an unforgettable weekend. Already miss you.
Before I could second-guess myself, I hit Send.
I waited for a few minutes, hoping he’d message back. I knew how busy he was at the show, but hopefully he’d get to take a break and see it. Or maybe he wouldn’t see it until tonight.
And then I remembered his phone was broken. I wondered if he’d had a chance to get a new one yet, then decided it might be better if he didn’t see the message. Sending it was impulsive. I shouldn’t have done it.
I distracted myself and packed my stuff. There wasn’t much time left before we would head for the airport.
I didn’t get a reply to any of my other messages, not that night or the next day.
Guess it had just been a weekend fling for him after all.
“What crawled up your ass and died?” Brielle asked, crinkling her nose. “You’ve been a bitch to me all week.”
“Don’t use that word. It’s not nice. And if you would just clean your room like I’ve asked you to a million times today, I wouldn’t have to nag.”
I didn’t usually care if her room was clean. She was almost eighteen, and I wasn’t her mother. But I’d been irritated and bitchy all week. I was even starting to piss myself off with my behavior.
“You’ve been touchy ever since you got back from Vegas on Sunday. Did something happen?”
I waved her off and took a sip of my wine. I didn’t want to talk about it. And I definitely didn’t want my sister to know what I’d gotten up to. And that what I thought had been the best weekend of my life seemed to have been just that. A weekend.
I’d sent Landon more messages, all going unanswered. I felt foolish for thinking he wanted more. I had been such an idiot. But it was hard to just shut off your feelings. I’d felt so much for him in Vegas, and I’d thought of him every day since coming back.
“Do you want more wine?” Brielle asked, bottle already in hand.
“I still have half a glass.”
“Let’s make it a full glass.”
She generously poured the alcohol.
“How about a lettuce leaf? Or an almond?” she asked, looking at me with wide eyes.
That brat. It was true, I was always on a diet. Didn’t mean she had to be a little shit about it.
“No, thanks. I’m full. I think lettuce would tip me over the edge,” I said.
She nodded, folding her hands in front of her body. “Since you’re drinking your calories today, I can see how that would be too much.”
“What are you doing home, anyway? I thought you were going shopping.”
She plopped down next to me and put her feet on the coffee table. I stared at her pointedly, and she rolled her eyes before dropping them on the floor.
“I’m broke. The twenty dollars I have left for the week are better spent on coffee.”
