“Hot,” she said with a laugh. “That’s fucking hot.”
I giggled.
“So, how was it? How was he?”
“I don’t have a lot to compare it to, Wyn,” I muttered.
“It was good,” she supplied. “It’ll get better, too.”
“If it gets any better, it’ll kill me.”
She outright laughed. “Oh, I’m so happy for you. On so many levels. You found someone who makes you feel safe. And makes you come. All good things.”
“Wyn.”
“Poet.”
I sighed. “I miss you.”
“I know you do. I’ll see you in a week.”
“A week is too long.”
There was the mumbled sound of conversation on the other end of the phone, followed by, “Poet, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you guys tonight.”
We hung up and I set my phone down.
Love.
Was it totally insane to be in love with someone after a few days?
Completely.
But what was the alternative?
I’d never felt like this before. I knew it was special.Hewas special.
And I might’ve been his . . .
But he was mine, too.
CHAPTER TWENTY
The Apartment
“Freckles?” Brooks called out twenty minutes later, closing the apartment door.
“Still in here,” I called back from the bathroom. “Deciding whether or not to drown myself out of humiliation.”
He pushed the bathroom door open with his free hand. With the other, he held several bags.
“That was fast,” I said.
“Lucy was opening General Merc. I took a chance that she had what you needed. She did. I wasn’t sure what to get, though, so I got one of everything.”
I raised my brows. “One of everything?”
He set the bags on the counter. “Pads. Light, medium, heavy, super. With wings. Without wings. Tampons, moon cup—though I’m not sure what the hell that even is.”
