Right.
“Sorry,” I mumble.
I grab my clothes and he steps out of the way as I pass.
The bathroom door clicks shut, and I exhale a shaky breath.
He’s turning me into a mess, and I don’t know whether I love or hate it.
I change into my clothes—jeans and a gray t-shirt that says CAN’T. ADULT. EVER. There have never been truer words.
I gather my damp hair up in a messy bun and then clean up the room.
Seeing as we didn’t spend much time in our room other than sleeping that means I only make our beds, but keeping busy makes me feel better.
I open the curtains all the way and gaze out at the city. The sun is just beginning to rise and the streets are empty. It’s quiet. Serene.
I sit on my bed and check my phone for any texts from Rae or Thea.
There’s nothing—which means I have nothing to do.
I flop back on the bed with a groan.
I grab my phone again and shoot Thea a text.
Me: Are you up?
Thea: It’s six-o-fucking-clock in the morning! What do you think?!
Me: …Sorry
Even though she’s not in the room I swear I can hear her sigh.
Thea: I’m up now. What do you need?
I bite my lip. I don’t need anything from her, I just needed to do something to keep myself busy before I lost my ever-loving mind.
Me: Are we eating breakfast here or going out?
Thea: I’m not sure yet.
Me: When are you telling Xander we’re here?
I know there’s no way she’s waiting until tomorrow.
Thea: I don’t know. I’m thinking about taking taxi over to the hotel the team is at and sitting all stalker like in the lobby and then when he comes down running after him screaming his name. I know him and he won’t realize it’s me at first and his reaction will be priceless.
A second later another text comes through.
Thea: I hope he screams like a little girl.
I snort.
Me: I’m glad your husband’s pain brings you joy.
Thea: Oh it does. It so does.
Thea: Gotta keep things interesting.