That seemed to knock some of his daze. “I’m going to text Eva and apologize.”
“Yes, you are. And when you’re done, you’re going to go wash up for bed and come sleep with me. That’s when you get your reward.”
“Okay.”
I pulled him in, kissing him hard.
Yeah, this was all going to work out. I just knew it.
When I gotin from the bar, I threw my purse and coat on my couch, deciding to deal with them in the morning. I'd sobered up from the walk home and felt like a total idiot. Not only did I come onto Indi, but I came onto his boyfriend, too. And then I made that stupid comment.
But hedidsmell like himselfandIndi. And the combination of them together was just… divine. The idea of having them both had my mouth watering, but obviously that wasn’t the right thing to say.
I knew I should shower, but instead I went to my bedroom and flopped down face-first. Was I feeling a bit sorry for myself? Maybe, but at this point, I deserved it. I'd promised myself I was going to forget about that whole pack; instead, I was getting even more wrapped up in them.
I pushed myself up, set on texting him… before deciding Icouldactually shower and change first. It wasn't me being scared, I just needed to get my makeup off. My body lifted slowly from my plush bedding and managed to hobble me intothe bathroom. I tore off my lashes and scrubbed my face clean before throwing myself under the water. Having my makeup on for more than six hours made me feel like peeling my skin off, and it had been much longer than that.
Did I have a slightly longer shower than necessary? Probably. I also spent some time when I got out moisturizing and extended my skincare routine.
But eventually, I couldn't stall any longer. I was back in bed, now cozy in my sleep shorts and tank top, feeling clean enough to actually crawl between my sheets. With a deep sigh, I reached for my phone, scrolling until I hit Joon's contact.
I wasn't even sure what to say, so I just started typing. After a couple rounds of writing and deleting, I was finally happy enough with my message–or maybe fed up with trying to rework it—to hit send.
hey, i’m sorry about tonight. i shouldn't have come onto you so hard. And i shouldn't have brought up indi. the truth is, i do have a crush on him, but i respect your relationship, and i’m not trying to get in between you or anything.
I hit send and then basically threw my phone down and away from me, my heart pounding. Jesus, I shouldn't get this worked up over a text; it wasn't like I was going to war or something.
But it did make me anxious. I wasn't sure why, but deep down I really cared about what this pack thought of me. The idea of them liking me, even just enough to be friends, had butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
When my phone vibrated, I didn't make a move. What did he say? Was he still mad? Probably, I brought up his boyfriend while making out with him.
I considered just leaving it until tomorrow and going to sleep. But my heart was pounding too quickly; there was no way I was getting any sleep.
In frustration, I flipped my phone screen up and took a look.
don't worry abt it. i wanted to message you anyway and apologize. i can be a bit jealous, but i get it. indi is hot as hell LOL. it was just a drunken make-out, no worriesss.
Joon
My body unclenched as I read the text over again. At least he wasn't mad. But I did feel a slight pang in my chest at the thought of him just calling it a drunk make-out. He was right, that's all there was to it, but it still made me feel bad.
good, maybe we can make plans to hang out sometime?
I was probably asking too much, but extending the olive branch felt like the right thing to do.
definately!! just text me!
Joon
I smiled a bit at the text. Though it felt like it could have been disastrous, resolving this made me feel a lot better.
After reacting to the message with a heart, I plugged my phone in and cozied up, ready to get some sleep.
Bang,bang, bang.
With a flick of my fingers against the keys, I reloaded my gun. It was pretty rare in Kill Floor for a survivor class character to have the ability to obtain a weapon more powerful than a knife, but I’d figured out a trick to get the special item pretty early into the match and had been exploiting it ever since. A few more moments, and I rounded a corner as I chased after the killer in an attempt to give my teammates enough time to unlock the keypad and set us loose, winning the game.
The timer at the top of the screen counted down steadily as I aimed again with the mouse, the familiar tightness I associated with the thrill of an imminent win swelling in my chest.
