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I scoff. “Have you felt Rhode’s? It’s like squeezing a rock. I love his ass.”
“No, and I would never.” The cardinal lands on the branch outside the window again, chirping softly. We’re quiet for a while as we both listen. “So you’re not mad at me anymore?”
“I’m not.”
“You promise?”
“Yes, Gwen. I promise, but I’ll probably be mad at you again tomorrow because that’s what we do.”
“That’s fine as long as you promise that I’ll never lose you. You’re all I have left.”
I squeeze her hand. “You won’t lose me. No matter what. You’re my infinity.”
“That makes literally no sense,” Gwen blurts.
“What are you talking about?” I snap back. “It makes total sense.”
“No, it doesn’t make sense at all.”
I lift my head from her shoulder, glaring into her green eyes. “You’re ruining this.”
“I think you did that all by yourself. Infinity? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Well, I don’t want to explain it now because it’s not going to sound as good.”
“Would you just tell me?” she barks.
“Fine, okay,” I say through gritted teeth. “What I mean is that you were there the day I was born, and when our parents are gone, you’ll still be here. Our parents don’t get the end, and our partners won’t get the beginning, but you get it all. You’re my infinity.”
I clear my throat because it’s a little tight. “But now that I’m saying it out loud, I’m kind of regretting it because I sound like a card, so go ahead. Make fun of me.”
She quirks a smile, tightly looping her arm through mine. “I’m not making fun of you. I love you.”
Happiness fizzles in my chest, bright and bubbly, and I finally say the words I’ve held back for so long. “I love you, too.”
She snorts. “Infinitely.”
I shoot her a lackluster glare. “Never mind. You’re the worst. I hate you,” I say, smiling through the hollow words.
We get up and clean the kitchen, picking up right where we left off, and I know that no matter what happens, no matter where we go in life, and no matter how much I hate her sometimes, I’ll always have Gwen, for better or for worse. Sisterhood is wonderfully horrible and terribly messy, and we might never see eye to eye, but we’ll always stand shoulder to shoulder.
We laugh and talk for over an hour until the kitchen is as fresh as our new start. My phone buzzes in my lap, and I glance at Micah’s text.
Your Favorite
Where the fuq are you?
Me
I’m at home. Why?
Your Favorite
Get your ass over here, Phil.
Me
Where???
