Because somethingalwayscomes next
Later, peeps :)
—P
Chapter Thirty-Five
Blue
Jules: So…
Blue: So?
Jules: This is your first night home. Got any special plans?
Dez: Is tonight a seductive, lingerie night? Or a fuck-it-just-take-me-naked night?
I listen for West in the shower, then glance down at the robe I put on after my bath.
Blue: It’s an in-my-bathrobe and happy-to-be-home night.
Now, they’ve got me in my head, thinking I should maybe change into something special.
Joss: My guess is he doesn’t care much what you’ve got on. That man’s just happy you finally made it back.
I smile at Joss’s message and decide that’s my favorite take on the situation.
Tonight’s been super chill so far. West helped me carry my bags inside, I took the longest bath of my life, then I unpacked while he’s been in the shower. I’m honestly just so relieved to be living under one roof again, I’m not thinking much about anything else.
Dez: My question is… why the hell are you texting us when you’ve CLEARLY got better things to do?
A laugh leaves me as I reply.
Blue: Because he’s showering. I have a few more minutes to kill.
Dez: Gotcha. Well, since we’re all here… Lexi, don’t you have something you’d like to share with the rest of the class?
I arch a brow when Lexi’s name pops up, and I’m curious what Dez knows as three dots bounce at the bottom of the screen.
Lexi: Damn, Dez! Good thing I planned to tell them anyway!
Dez: Why do you think I brought it up?
As I watch Lexi tapping out another message, I laugh as I envision her scowling.
Lexi: It’s not even a big deal. It was just flowers.
Dez: Flowers from who, though? That’s the important part.
Lexi: You’re pissing me off…
I’m laughing so hard I can hardly breathe when the shower suddenly turns off. I need them to make this quick, so I can get the gossip before West is back.
Dez: If you don’t spill it, I’m gonna just tell them myself.
Lexi: Again… not a big deal!
I sit up on the mattress, practically biting my nails off at this point. My heart wants to go in one direction, but I force myself not to think like that. I don’t want to get my hopes up that maybe, justmaybe, the flowers were from…
