A cute tomato, undoubtedly.
Sydney King - 2:20 p.m.
Takes one to know one. I’m sure you’re not getting out of this unscathed.
Sydney really did have her number because Reese could feel her own flush, her pulse thrumming intently as she imagined—and missed—the sound of Sydney's voice.
Sydney King - 2:21 p.m.
Send me a pic later?
Reese Devereux - 2:21 p.m.
You just got a pic of all of us.
Sydney King - 2:22 p.m.
You know that’s not what I mean. No pressure, but I miss you. And you’re teasing me and you know it, which I am not complaining about by the way.
Sydney King - 2:22 p.m.
To be very clear: TEASE AWAY.
On top of Reese’s own arousal, it felt good to feel wanted, to know that Sydney was missing her and thinking of her and wanted toseeher. But it also made her nervous. She felt exposed at the idea of upping the ante on their text-based flirting.
But she could do it. Shewanted to do it.
Reese Devereux - 2:23 p.m.
I will. It may have to be tomorrow because I have Brynn’s bachelorette thing tonight.
Reese intentionally called it a ‘thing’ because the plan for this evening was fairly unorthodox, as far as modern bachelorette parties went.
Sydney King - 2:23 p.m.
OH MY GOD HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN!
Brynn, Reese had learned earlier this week, wanted to have a slumber party.
Reese Devereux - 2:23 p.m.
You’re lucky that you were out of town because you were invited, too.
Sydney King - 2:24 p.m.
And what a tragedy I can’t attend. But i’m sure you’ll fill me in on everything. Promise?
Sydney King - 2:24 p.m.
I’ve gotta run. Miss you <3
Feeling wholly unsatisfied that their conversation was over, Reese begrudgingly put her phone down and tuned back into the conversation.
They were discussing her mom’s next steps, as far as divorce went.
Never a dull moment with this crowd.
“I’ve reached out to a few lawyers,” Sharon was saying. “Tripp is still refusing to accept the reality of the situation.”
