CASSIE
I wake up on Saturday morning in a tangle of blankets, and when I look over, there’s a note on my pillow.
Hey Cass,
Had to head to the stadium. You were sleeping so well, I didn’t have the heart to wake you.
I have a silly game I have to go to that will, unfortunately, put a pin in hanging out. Hope you got some good sleep. Catch you later.
-L
P.S. You look hot when you’re sleeping, it was hard not to wake you up.
P.P.S. Make sure you have the balls (or the lady version of that) to ask for what you want. You might surprise yourself, I’m telling you.
I chuckle at the note, then get up and go through my morning routine. A couple of hours later, the heat hits the second I step outside.
It’s not just warm. There’s thick, heavy humidity in the air. The kind of hot summer air that sticks to your skin before you’ve even taken a full breath.
I duck back inside, pushing the door shut with my hip, and catch my reflection in the mirror by the entryway.
I tilt slightly, studying myself.
Short shorts.
A cropped T-shirt I definitelydidn’tneed to cut.
Big sunglasses perch on top of my head.
I narrow my eyes at my reflection.
“Normal,” I repeat, like I’m trying to convince myself.
My phone buzzes in my hand.
Avery.
I swipe to answer, still staring at myself.
“Soooo?” she says immediately. “What are we wearing?”
I huff out a laugh. “We?”
“Don’t act like you didn’t spend an extra twenty minutes deciding,” she shoots back. “Youtoldme you were going to Logan’s game today. The first one you’re going to.”
“Guilty as charged,” I admit.
I snap a quick selfie in the mirror and send it her way.
“Ah, yes. Love the shorts. Great outfit for attending your first game seeing your, ah, what are we calling Logan? Your rebound, still?”
I hesitate. Rebound seems like an understatement.
“He’s my, uh,whatever. Just my home stay.”
She pauses.
“Justyour home stay. Okay.”
