My lips dotted kisses along every inch of her skin so I would never forget how she tasted, and I planned on doing it every single night for as long as she’d let me.
twenty-seven
Cassandra
With work being sobusy lately and Jenna having client after client, we haven’t properly spoken since last week, aside from brief check in texts to let each other know we’re alive. Given that tonight is Thursday, we’ve saved it for each other like we always do.
A plate of food and a glass of wine on my dining table, I finally sit down, ready to unload the last seven days to my best friend.
"I’m going to need you to repeat all of that, but slower." Jenna squeals as I recount every detail of playing house with Harley.
So, I do.
I tell her how we both opened up completely. How he told me about his hope to ask me to prom, but Austin asked first. I tell her how my mind suddenly filled with clarity, and I knew I was where I was supposed to be.
All the while, heaping spoonfuls of spaghetti into my mouth.
"I’m so fucking jealous." She rolls her eyes playfully, and I can’t wipe the smile off my face.
"We only left his bedroom for food." I scrunch up my face nervously at her through the phone as she fake gags in envy.
After leaving his place on Sunday, I went straight home to pack a duffle bag full of clothes and toiletries for the work week ahead, and went straight back to his apartment.
He wasn’t supposed to be at Wingrove Estates this week, but he made his way in every single day so we could (secretly) have lunch together. I finally got to meet his friend Robbie, too.
He swung by Harley’s apartment while I was there to deliver a contract that needed to be signed. He gave me the ‘what are your intentions with my friend?’ speech, but aside from that, he seemed nice.
Harley assured me he was just protective, but I didn’t mind it. It’s nice knowing he has good people in his corner.
Today is my first night back at home, because it’s Thursday. And Thursday is Jenna’s night, no matter what.
It does, however, suck that I’ll be sleeping alone for the first time in a week. I’ve gotten used to waking up next to Harley or with his head between my legs. It’s been utter bliss.
"Wipe that smug grin off your face," my best friend says jokingly, but it’s impossible for me to do.
We spend the next hour talking about her job and how she could potentially be working on a movie set in the new year, and how no guy she meets is able to ‘satisfy her’.
"Trust me, C. I’ve had my fair share of dick, and nothing is as good as my trusty friend in my top drawer." She cackles to herself, and I almost spit out my wine. "On that note, it’s getting late," she says, changing the subject, and I realize we’ve been talking for over two hours. It’s well and truly time for us to call it a night.
"Love you."
"Love you, too."
Hanging up my phone, I see an unread message lit up on my screen, and I know who it’s from without even opening it.
Harley:My bed is so empty without you.
Me:Well, maybe you shouldn’t have bought such an enormous bed.
Harley:Or, you could just come and sleep in it.
Me:Since when did you get so needy? ;)
Harley:You take that back. You love it when I’m needy.
Me: You’re so right.
Harley: Goodnight, princess.
