Food. I need food.
I’m sure my sudden hunger has absolutely nothing to do with why I’m walking a little stiffly.
Opening the fridge, I grab the container of berries I bought earlier, rinse them quickly, and pop a few into my mouth.
Immediately my eye twitches.
Good God.
These things are sour.
Like… painfully sour.
“What the hell?” I mutter, grabbing a glass of water and trying to wash the taste away.
I glare down at the bowl. “No wonder they were cheap.”
Jess appears as if summoned by my suffering, sauntering into the kitchen while doing that weird twisty thing women do with their hair.
I have no idea what she thinks it accomplishes.
What it actually does is make the hem of that tiny skirt ride up just enough to be borderline obscene.
If I squint, I could probably-
“What are you doing?” she asks.
I snap my eyes up so fast I nearly give myself whiplash.
“Uh, eating,” I say, holding up the bowl like evidence. “Want some?”
She smiles.
Triumphant.
Way too pleased with herself.
“Sure.”
She pops one into her mouth.
Her left eye immediately squeezes shut as she fights not to react.
“How is it?” I ask innocently.
“It’s…” She makes a face. “…fine.”
I bite back a laugh.
Jess studies my expression for half a second and then bursts out laughing.
I can’t help it, I laugh right along with her.
For a moment it’s just us, standing in the dim kitchen, smiling at each other like nothing bad ever happened.
And God… it actually feels nice.
Like before.
