I trail off the text, not quite sure what to say. Luckily, Gabi does.
Well I’m glad you did. I’ve been wondering what was the best way to get your clothes back to you.
My clothes. I almost forgot she took a T-shirt and sweatpants from my luggage. I smile, thinking about what she had to look like leaving my room that morning. Hair a mess. Makeup for sure ruined. Clothes too big for her, but better than a tattered dress.
What I would’ve given to see her. Or better, what I’d give to see her in them now. I shut my eyes for a second, easily envisioning what Gabi would look like in my T-shirt, and nothing else. Her walking around my apartment in just that—maybe nothing on underneath—after having her in my bed. Or maybe we’re fresh from the shower and those are the clothes she put on with her wet hair and no makeup. The white T-shirt clinging to her chest. God what I’d give to have that.
What I’d give to have any of her.
You’re not returning them. You’re keeping them.
Maddox, I’m not keeping them.
Yes you are. They are now the property of Gabi… shit… I still don’t know your last name.
They’re your clothes. I feel bad that I took them without permission.
And I have plenty. Plus, if you want more just ask. I will send you as much team apparel as you want. I happen to be very good friends with the head of our apparel and equipment departments.
But I stole them. They’re your clothes.
You confessed at the scene of the crime. To me that’s informed borrowing.
Are you sure? Because now I feel bad.
Don’t. I’m glad I had something for you to wear.
You’re one-thousand-percent sure you’re not mad?
Gabi, the only thing I’m mad about is that I didn’t get to see you in the morning and kiss you when I woke up.
Shit. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I’m not mad. I understand why she did it. It’s just… fuck I need to make this right.
Gabi, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that I was mad. I… just wish I had seen you.
No, you’re right. I should’ve woken you. And, I’m really sorry I left. I just… I had an early flight and I needed to get back to Shelby’s.
I know. You don’t need to explain anything.
I feel like I do.
You don’t. I wasn’t really mad. Sad is a better word.
I’m sorry I made you sad.
Don’t be. But what would make me even sadder is if you returned my clothes.
You don’t play fair.
I never said I did. Now, tell me about what kind of bake goods you offer. I feel like I need a sweet treat soon.
What’s your favorite color?
Why would you need to know that?
Humor me.
Blue. I lean more toward baby blue, but really, any blue. Why?
