Asher: Tell Jules hi for us. Get some good sleep. Dream of me.
Dean: Of us … Asher, you selfish dick. And please don’t hesitate to come to us if you need backup, okay?
Dean: We’ll get rid of her soon. I promise.
I’ll send out the Bat-Signal if I need you. :)
Jules lets out an aw-ing sigh. “You really are living the dream.”
“You’ll find yours too.” I try to comfort her.
She makes a face of disgust.
“Or not.” I laugh. “If you don’t want to.”
She groans, “I doooo. I just hate the whole dating thing. It’sexhausting. I wish I could just point at a guy, sayyou’re the one, and everything would work out perfectly.”
“You could try it.” I chuckle, and she flips me off as she yawns.
“I’m just going to sleep right here.”
“I love you.” I pause, resting my hand on her arm. “But you are taking up my entire bed, lying sideways, sono.”
“You can sleep curled up on the pillows,” she counters, and I roll my eyes.
“Go to bed, Jules.” I encourage her kindly. “If you miss anything, I’ll fill you in tomorrow.”
“Fiiiine.” She drags the word out, sliding off my bed to her feet. “Good night. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I murmur, my heart feeling so full that it just might burst.
“And I’m proud of you,” she says with sass, her nose turned up, like she’s pretending to still be mad that I’m kicking her out to her own bed.
I don’t say thank you—it goes without saying. Besides, I think if I spoke the words aloud, a sob would tear through me, and I’d become a crying mess all over again.
Jules disappears into the suite entrance, pressing the lock button on the outside for me. It clicks into place, and I fetch a pair of pajamas, quickly change, shut the light off, and climb into bed, utterly exhausted.
Gus squeaks, padding across the comforter to my lap.
“Hi, buddy,” I greet him as I lie back against my pillows, and he crawls onto my stomach.
His whiskers shine in the soft light from the lamp on my nightstand as he walks from my stomach and to my chest and lies down, snuggling into my neck.
“Good night, Gus.” I blow him an air kiss and feel my shoulders relax.
Dean and Asher knowing who I really am brings me more peace than I could’ve imagined. With them beside me, I feel far less alone in this fight.
I still wish they hadn’t been here earlier when Adrianna stormed in, but at least they had a chance to see her without the facade.
Now we just have to get Mr. Kensington to see the same.
Mr. Kensington and Adrianna successfully left for their trip yesterday morning, allowing me to fully exhale for the first time since she had returned. I think my favorite place for Adrianna to be is thousands of miles away from me.
The guys were preoccupied yesterday with a hockey team thing in town. Honestly, I didn’t pay it too much attention because I got absolutely lost in sewing and working on Alora’s and Blair’s gowns.
Thankfully, they’re almost done, along with Adrianna’s. I’m half tempted to sabotage hers to fall apart at the seams during the rehearsal dinner. But I refrain, taking the high road.
I have a pep in my step this Monday morning as I walk on campus for my psych class. It’s a boring class, but at least I feel cute for it, which’ll make it slightly more enjoyable mentally.
