“Yeah?” I say, still half distracted by the fact that Livy is sitting on my literal dick and her boobs bounce as she lifts her arms to pull her hair up into a ponytail. She’s using the pink scrunchie with the little white hearts and she looks like a fucking goddess sitting above me like this.
“Hey Bash,” Madi says in a chipper voice. I can’t see her because she’s got the phone propped up and by the looks of it,she’s living in an exploded warehouse of pastel fabric. “Uhhh. Sorry, I’m trying to find your order!”
Livy gives me an inquisitive look, and now I realize what this is about.
The fucking bow socks.
After the night Livy wore that pair for me, I decided she needed them in every color. And who else was I going to buy bow shit from other than Madi. I bought every color she had on the website, a fucking rainbow of pastel fuckery. But man, they sure do look good wrapped around my girls’ thighs.
I grin at Livy before Madi starts talking again. She comes into view, looking up into the camera, and I realize she must have set it on something high up. “Did you mean to order two pairs of every color of the thigh high bow socks? Callum dropped them off at the post office, ya know, because Hayden isn’t allowed to go there anymore.” She frowns, looking through a list of papers. I don’t even need to ask why Hayden is banned from the post office. It wouldn’t surprise me if she told me he was down at the creek throwing rocks at kids, actually. “I was looking through the order and that seemed odd. But he was right, the quantity says two.”
I scrunch my nose up because this seems like a weird question. Of course I wanted two. “My girlfriend has two feet, Madi and I’d like her to have one for each,” I say, and it’s probably a little more condescending than I intend because I’m still peeved that she interrupted my plans of being deep inside my girlfriend.
“Oh my God,” Madi and Livy say at the same time, but then Madi continues, “It’s a pair, so now you have four of each color headed your way.”
“Well maybe you shouldn’t have photos of one sock as the photo,” I say, but I can’t help smiling because Livy is coveringher face laughing at my expense. She seems so fucking happy, and that’s all I want.
Madi sighs before telling me something I don’t understand, “This is the thousand bows all over again.”
We don’t get to the bottom of the sock conundrum because now Hayden is stomping into view and he looks pissed.
“Bash, what the fuck?!” he yells, gesturing toward me as if I’m personally offending him.
Madi swats at him gently, and he glowers down at her for a moment before he covers her ears with his hands and then yells at me again, “Why are you video calling my wife laying in bed naked?”
“Because I wanted to ruin your day,” I say before hanging up on him. which has Livy laughing and moving to get off of me.
“He seems friendly," she says as she walks around the room looking for something to wear. I groan, getting out of bed and grabbing a clean t-shirt and tossing it to her and a pair of shorts that she’s going to have to roll a dozen times.
“He’s Tristan’s Jeremy,” I tell her, because that’s honestly the only way I can explain it. Pain in the asses, both of them are.
I pull my shirt down over my stomach and glance over at her. Livy is standing by the edge of the bed, and I laugh at how my shirt swallows her up. “We’ll get something to eat, and then I’ll take you to get some of your stuff even though I’d love to see you wear my shirt all the time.”
“Sounds like a plan,” she smiles and for the first time in a really long time, I’ve felt excited about the future. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with her and make new plans every single day.
I reach for the door and pull it open, stepping into the hallway, and Livy follows close behind me. I push her back, behind me, because the front door is wide open and the living room looks like it’s been ripped apart.
BASH
My body reacts before my brain finishes processing what I’m seeing. My arm shoots back automatically, my hand landing against Livy’s waist because I want to make sure there’s no way in hell anyone can get close to her.
“Bash—”
“Stay behind me,” I say quietly.
She listens to me and doesn’t fight me on it, and I know that’s because she’s aware that her safety is my only concern. I take a few slow steps forward, my eyes scanning the room.
The living room is in disarray.
Couch cushions are scattered across the floor like someone threw them aside while searching for something. One of the armchairs is tipped halfway onto its side, and the lamp on the coffee table has been knocked over, its shade dented against the wood.
Livy and I heard nothing the entire night. When we came in from the library, I didn’t turn the lights on. I also had my girl in my arms, her legs around me and my mouth against hers the whole way to my room.
When did this fucking happen? Was it before or after we came back?
I walk toward the front door, studying the frame as I move. The wood is intact. No cracks, no splintering, no sign that anyone forced their way inside.
Which means whoever came in didn’t need to. I crouch slightly and examine the lock. It’s still perfectly intact, and the lock on this door isn’t simple. It’s one of the more intricate ones the school installs in the upper dorms.
