Damn.Hadshe really been so desperate to get out of my bed that she ate sand in the mad dash next door?
I thought we had a great night.
It had been . . .
I mean,Ithought it was . . .
Goddammit.Ihad fuckedAurora, but she had fucked me up.
I trudged up the stairs with a burning pit of anxiety in my gut.Theflawless sunshine was an insult.
Breakfast in bed.Workon the house.Cutout early and go down to the beach together.Itwould have been perfect, but she had to storm off and be fucking stubborn.
I could hearAurorashouting about something whenIcame to the door.ThemomentIknocked, everything fell silent.
Then, whispers.
I knocked again. “Iknow you’re in there,Roar.Ican hear you.”
The whispering quieted, but also grew more frantic.
I huffed. “Youleft your phone.Ifyou’re not going to open the door,I’lljust leave it out here.”
A pixelated voice shouted, “TheCouncilofGirlfriendsout-votes you!Openthe fucking door!”
I didn’t know who “the council” was, butIliked the council.
Unlike the computer voice that was distorted thanks to the stolenWiFiconnection,Aurora’sprofane grumbling was crystal clear as she stomped across the living room and yanked the door open.
“That’s not the face of someone who was begging for more,”Isaid asIleaned on the doorframe.
Her sharp features immediately softened, and she stared at the wood slats under her feet. “Thanksfor bringing my phone over.Ididn’t mean to leave it.”
I held up the screen so she could see the obnoxious amount of messages. “Ibelieve theCounselofGirlfriendshas been trying to get in touch with you about your car’s extended warranty.”
“Oh myGod!Andhe’sfunny?” the computer voice shouted. “That’sjust unfair.”
At least someone thoughtIwas worth a damn.
“Willow andWhitney?”Iguessed.
“Yes,” she groaned as she pinched her nose and snatched the phone out of my hand.
“Can we talk?”Iasked.
The computer answered for me. “Yes!” her friends shouted.
“We’re logging off!Byeeeeee!” one of them said.
Then, it was silent.
“I had to pee,”Aurorablurted out.
I lifted my eyebrows. “Ihave a bathroom.Twoof them, actually.Yougot to know one of them very, very well yesterday.”
She dug a hand into her hair. “Whydoes it matter?Wesaid nuance.Wesaid no strings.”
“That wasn’t the entirety of whatIsaid.”
