I get up and stretch, noting how certain parts of me are aching this morning. My legs are one of them, my vagina is another one. I turn to walk inside when I get a text from Jaxon.
Jaxon:
Lunch.
I quickly type out a reply.
Me:
Are you asking me or telling me?
I press send before putting my cup in the sink and see he put the spoon in there. I smile to myself as the phone pings with a text. For whatever reason I can’t explain, I think it’s from him. My heart speeds up and I get suddenly nervous, but then I see Jaxon has sent me a video.
I press play, leaning back on the counter as Jagger’s face comes into view. “Tell TT to get her lazy ass here for lunch.”
“Jaxon.” I hear Ariella scold him from a distance.
“TT,” Jagger says on the phone, and I smile big.
“He’s not going to say the word ass, Ari!” Jaxon shouts back at her as Jagger mumbles gibberish at the phone. As the video stops playing, the phone rings, showing me a FaceTime.
“I sure am popular today,” I say when I answer the phone and see Jagger’s face.
“We are going to eat in twenty-five minutes,” Jaxon states from behind Jagger, who holds the phone in his hand. I’m suddenly looking at the floor and then the ceiling as he starts walking with the phone in his hand.
“Come back here,” he calls to Jagger. “Twenty-five minutes or we eat without you.”
“I’ll be there,” I tell them as the phone falls to the floor and all I see is black because Jagger sits on said phone. I hang up, walking to my bedroom, taking in the messy bed, the picture of it so unlike when I sleep in it alone. One side is normally never touched, but now both sides are rumpled. I walk over to make the bed, smelling Zane on the pillow I pick up to toss to the end of the bed as I smooth the sheets back. I clean up the three condom wrappers off the side table and toss them in the trash before putting the pillows back in place.
I walk toward my closet, taking out a pair of black leggings with a matching sports bra before going into the bathroom and fixing my hair. I unclip my hair, bend over, and hold it upside down, putting my hands through it before flipping it over to one side. I put on some mascara and then I see the red mark he left on my shoulder. My fingers come up to touch it and I bring the memory up to the forefront of my thoughts. It was when I was riding him and he pulled me close. It makes me close my eyes and sigh deeply before I head over and grab a sweater.
I get there in time for lunch and then we take a walk to the park, where I spend the rest of the afternoon chasing Jagger and having him chase me. I’m sliding into bed when I pick up the phone and text him.
Me:
Found your note this morning. Thanks for cleaning up the ice cream.
I press send and I’m expecting him to text me back, but instead the phone rings, and I see it’s him. “Hello,” I answer, putting the phone to my ear.
“Hey,” he says, and I sink down into the bed.
“Who is this?” I ask and roll my lips to not laugh out loud.
“The Big Bad Wolf,” he replies, and I can’t help but laugh out loud.
“Okay, you win that round.”
“Finally. Sorry for sneaking out on you,” he says softly. “I got an email about a meeting.”
“On a Sunday?” I ask him.
“Yeah.” He sounds stressed. “Management meeting.”
“That sounds like all kinds of fun.” I make a joke out of it and he chuckles.
“I am sorry for leaving that way.”
“Thank you for cleaning up the mess in the kitchen.”
