I get to hold her hand at home, and that’s enough for me.
She’s still in the closet, and we have to disclose our relationship with HR before we go much further. She seems keen, though. Everyone has noticed how happy she is, and she seems lighter than before.
She spoke to her sister within a day of us having our conversation about boundaries and how I wanted us to be able to talk things through. Her sister nearly invited herself over for drinks before Taylor told her off and suggested a weekend that we would both be home.
Which is this weekend.
I think tonight, actually. I should ask her. She only told me it was going to be a weekend and floatedthisweekend. She hasn’t said anything else since then, so I’m wondering if it ever made its way onto her calendar.
“Bab-Eloise,” Taylor says suddenly, loudly and in the locker room that’s got a few people who don’t know we’re together. She ducks her head, cheeks turning pink before looking at me with wide eyes. I’m trying to smother a laugh, but Winnie catches it and is going to mercilessly tease her when we’re in private.
“Yeah?” I ask, tying my shoelaces.
“When were we supposed to get drinks?”
“I was just wondering the same thing. Did you check your text messages?”
She winces. “I don’t think we texted the date to confirm.” She grabs her phone from her cubby, showing the screen to me. I shrug, not being able to read it before she sighs and continues to scroll. “I’ll call her.”
“Then text the date to me so I know too!” I call out as she walks out of the locker room.
Winnie nudges me. “Are you her mom or her girlfriend?” she whispers.
“Are you going to be nice or am I going to have to post something on your Instagram to sic Fallon on you?” I say in her ear. She shudders at the thought. “I thought so.”
“I think I liked you better when you weren’tgetting action on the daily,” she mutters, pouting. It’s a juxtaposition to see her miserable with bubblegum pink hair, you’d think that she’d be constantly whimsical with the pink hair. I roll my eyes, not bothering to tell her how wrong she actually is. That we’re not doing anything other than having the odd makeout session.
We haven’t been alone much since she stayed the night, which is a damn shame because I want to have her sleep over more often. I liked being able to sleep well with her in my arms.
I don’t do well sleeping on my own.
The door swings open, with Brynn coming through and pointing to me. “Tonight- 7pm, Grill ‘Em All?” she says questioningly. I nod, giving her a thumbs up. She peaks her head back out before letting the door close behind her. “Do I want to know?”
“Lucy.”
Her face drops into one of understanding before she grins. “You’re in for double trouble tonight. Do you want reinforcement?”
I shake my head with a smile. “It’ll be fine. How much trouble can two Matthews sisters be?”
Winnie’s snort beside me is not comforting in the slightest. She nudges me, forcing me to look at her. “I want to see this train wreck go down. Can we see it?”
“It’s not a show that I’m selling tickets to,” I say. “And she’s Taylor’s person, and that person wants to know who I am, because, you know, reasons.”
I see Rhea walk past us with a smile, and Iwonder if she also knows the chaos of the Matthews sisters. “Good luck with that. If you think Taylor is a vortex, then the two of them together are like a typhoon. They feed off of each other’s energy,” she taps her chin thoughtfully. “To be honest, I think I’d also like to watch it unfold,” she teases.
“So, they’re going to kill me?” I ask, groaning as my head falls back.
“No, they’re fine; they’re just teasing you, right guys?” Brynn asks. It’s crickets for a moment before she clears her throat and Rhea backtracks slightly.
“Yeah, totally just teasing. We’re having fun. They’re a delight.”
“Oh yeah,” Winnie says, doing a piss-poor job at hiding her snort, “delightful.”
They were right. They weren’t being dramatic.
Lucy has been at the table with us for less than a minute and they’re already shouting at each other. “You are ridiculous, of course—”
“You can’t shout at me the first minute that you sit down,” Taylor snaps. “Besides, you haven’t even said hi to Eloise.”
