“Are you holding popcorn and brownies over my head?”
“I’m holding the morning-after popcorn and brownies over your head. I think I weathered morning sickness better.”
“Fair point. My gut was not happy.” I thought about my brother. He was a dick, but there were some redeeming qualities. If it helped her to remember some of the good things, I’d do that for her. “He never got sunburned either.”
“Oh my God, he didn’t. Best skin ever, but I thought it was from all the products he used.”
“You’re fucking kidding me. He used products?”
“A cleanser-and-moisturizing combo that should’ve broken the bank.”
“Jackass said I was just unlucky.”
She chortled and let out a sigh. “Thank you, Van.”
“Anytime, Clover.”
The covers rusted as she rolled to her side. We weren’t touching, but we were an inch away from each other. Far enough to remember that this was temporary.
Chapter Fifteen
Clover
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The end of my workday was nearly done. Another weekend was approaching, and Van hadn’t mentioned any plans. I didn’t mind if it was mellow. Maybe he had his own ideas. The guy had a life. One I hadn’t seen since we lived together. Or rather, I had been his life, and I liked that. Our nights had become orgasm fests. We hadn’t had sex. It was like we couldn’t figure out if what we were doing was the smart way to handle mutual pleasure, or if we were just scared to do more together. I already knew that having all of him would ruin sex with anyone else forever. Just having him get me off was doing that. So maybe limiting our contact was for the best.
I’d like to feel his weight on me, have him moving inside of me, and to really be connected. But that was where the danger waited. I was more connected with Van than any partner ever.
My phone buzzed.
Poppy: Are you going shopping with Violet tomorrow?
Me: Yes
Poppy: Then we’re going out tonight.
I frowned. Was something wrong?
Poppy: Where do you want to meet?
Poppy: Rattler’s or Purple Petal?
Poppy: We can go to Bismarck too.
Poppy: Wait, isn’t there another place that opened in… Damn, I have to ask Jensen.
I shook my head and typed out a message before she bombarded me with eight more.
Clover: Is something wrong?
Poppy: Yes. We haven’t seen enough of each other.
I narrowed my eyes on her litany of messages. Had she read my mind? I missed my best friend, but she was living her fantasy life. Yet, she texted, and I wasn’t going to miss a night out.
Clover: Purple Petal. They have better fries.
Poppy: Blasphemous
