It’s a good thing he’s talking to someone. He has every right to hook up or date whoever he wants. I mean, I can’t talk, I’m sort of seeing his stepbrother.
It’s agoodthing.
A good thing.
Maybe if I repeat it enough, it won’t bother me anymore.
Twenty-Three
SEBA
Andrea:
UUUUUUUUUGHHHHH
the last thing I wanna do is go to this charity bake sale tomorrow I didn’t even bake anything. I CAN’T bake so I bought some cookies and put them in a Tupperware.
at least I get to taste everyone else's desserts
A grin overtakes my face.She said she needed to go to sleep an hour ago and yet here we are, still texting.
Doesn’t surprise me in the slightest LOL
excuse you, sir
I mean, the first time we met you were eating a donut…
a girl needs sustenance. Sugar is the ultimate fuel.
Noted. Get the girlsweets.
smart man
I wish we could escape to the orange grove tonight
The bed creaks as I roll onto my back, imagining her body molded against my side. That night with her was a fever dream of whispers and lazy kisses under the stars. I’ve been desperate to repeat it, but between her curfew and endless obligations, it’s been difficult to get some time alone.
Me too, sweetheart. Me too.
I drop my phone on my chest and stare at the streaks of moonlight on the ceiling until they blur. My eyelids weigh ten tons. They close…
A moan.
My eyes fly open.
He's louder than usual, like the insulation was removed from the walls.
Goddammit.
Careful not to make a sound, I kick off the sheets and creep toward the bathroom. My ankle cracks. I freeze, waiting to be caught. A beat passes. Nothing. Had I imagined?—
Another low moan.
My abdomen clenches.
This is stupid. I should put in some earplugs and go to sleep.
But I don’t. I keep going because apparently I'm a fucking masochist.
