“Oh, I think I need to see this,” April says immediately.
“Yeah, send it over,” Morgan adds. “Strictly for scientific purposes.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Send and delete! Promise!” April begs, laughing.
Still grinning, I give in and send the photo Thor texted me yesterday.
There’s a beat. Then April practically gasps. “Dear God, woman. That would make me weak. Okay, deleting—before I get in trouble.”
I laugh. “So yeah…no sexting. Just gardens.”
“Wait—gardens?” Morgan says. “Like actual gardens?”
“Oh yeah. We talked about soil types and favorite vegetables for like five hours.”
“Damn,” he mutters. “This guy’s playing the long game.”
“I mean…I wouldn’tmindtalking about sex,” I admit. “I just don’t want to be the one to bring it up. That feels…forward.”
Morgan scoffs. “Live a little, Faith.”
April’s quiet on the other end for a beat, then chimes in. “Girl. When in Rome…”
“What have you got to lose?” Morgan adds. “Seriously. If the vibe’s right, go for it.”
“I just don’t want to move too fast.”
April’s voice softens. “Faith, there’s no rulebook. Morgan and I had a one-night stand. Now we’re planning a wedding. Every story’s different. Just…follow the spark.”
I pause, glancing at my phone.
Maybe I will.
Maybe I already have.
* * *
That night,after my parents go to bed, I pour myself a glass of wine.
Okay. Two glasses.
And a half.
I’m in the tub when the text from Thor comes through, warm buzz humming beneath my skin.
Thor: Hey Luna. Been thinking about you today
A rush of boldness courses through me.
Luna: Oh? Tell me what you’ve been thinking about.
Thor: I would, but it’s Sunday… and my thoughts about you have been very unholy.
Luna: How unholy are we talking?
Thor: Like… six rosaries and an Our Father. Maybe throw in a few Hail Marys for good measure.
