38
KAYLA
“Oh,thisisheaven.” Julie’s spread out on the picnic plaid with a disposable glass of wine resting on her stomach, her face enjoying the spring sun. We’re sitting in the park, packed with a fully stacked picnic basket, hanging out like we’ve been doing for the last week. With Rae being at work and Charlotte’s hands fully occupied with their new baby, Julie and I have been growing closer. She’s been taking some time off from her job as a real estate agent for the elite of North Carolina to figure out what she really wants and when she first asked me to have lunch together, I was more than happy to find some distraction from my broken heart.
“This, and the bliss of sex,” Julie adds.
“Ugh, I miss sex.”
“Tell me about it.” The words are accompanied by a moan that has me frowning.
“That whole feeling of being stretched wide.”
“The friction of two bodies together,” Julie chimes in.
“Right! And, oh, that moment after when he’s still seated inside of you and you’re both completely still. They always leave quicker than you want them to.”
“What do you mean?” Julie amusingly holds a hand above her honey brown eyes to shelter them from the sun as she looks at me.
“That moment when you’re all sweaty, heaving in your afterglow, and you still feel him sitting deep inside of you. I love that feeling. During sex, your mind can barely register what’s happening, but it’s when he stops, that’s the moment you can really feel how full he makes you. I wish we could stay like that and watch TV or something. You know those hotel rooms with mirrors on the ceiling? I’d rather have a TV there, so I can watch my favorite show with his body on top of me and his dick situated in my pussy.”
A loud laugh ripples from her throat, and I follow right behind her. “Where do you get this shit?”
“You don’t like that feeling?” I smirk.
“I do, but I never thought about it like that.”
“Well, think about it. It’s fucking bliss.”
She moves her gaze up, thinking about it, then shrugs her shoulders. “Definitely better than watching TV with my magic wand.”
“Gotta work with what we got, sister.”
“You’re damn right we do.”
I chuckle at the content look on her face, then lower my body to lie next to her. The warm sun feels like a comfortable silk blanket on my face while the smell of the fresh magnolia flowers enters my nose every now and then. I settle my shoulders against the fluffy grass underneath the blanket as a moan escapes my lips.
“Didn’t sleep well?” Julie asks.
“Bodi called.”
“What?” She snaps up, spilling half the contents of her wine over her blouse. “Shit.”
I squint my eyes a bit open, watching how she wipes it off with a napkin, then whips her head toward mine.
“Yeah,” I drag out, closing my eyes again.
“What do you mean, yeah? Spill it.” She nudges my side, making me jerk with a smile.
“I’m not sure what to tell you.” I sigh. “He was clearly drunk as fuck.”
“What did he say?”
“That he missed me.”
Julie lets out an endearing whine.
“That he was dying.”
“What?”
“I’m not sure if he meant because he was drinking himself into a coma or because he was dying without me. Jensen pulled the phone out of his hand.”
“Wauw.”
I nod, my face still warming under the sun. “Yeah, I asked Jensen what he meant, but he didn’t know. He said he’d tell him to call me today.”
“Kayla!” Julie pushes my side, and I look up at her. “He’s thinking about you.”
“When he’s drunk as a fucking skunk, yeah. Not sure if that’s a good or a bad sign.” I drop my head back to the ground.
“Of course it’s a good sign. Drunk people speak the truth, remember?”
“Yeah, it just doesn’t mean shit when they don’t repeat the same sentiment sober. I can’t listen to drunk talk. It’s always filled with unkept promises.” Trent used to whisper sweet words in my ear all the time when he was downing a bottle of vodka. But his toxic behavior resurfaced when the alcohol would wear out, and he returned to being the asshole I never wanted to see. I can’t compare Bodi to Trent, because even though I’m mad at Bodi, he’s treated me like a queen for as long as we were together. If I can call it that. But it doesn’t change the fact that words spoken with an intoxicated mind might not still exist the day after.
“Maybe, but I think it says something.”
“Maybe, but so far, he hasn’t called, so there is a big chance he forgot all about it.”
“I’m pretty sure Jensen won’t let him forget. I heard he and Rae are really pissed at him for the way he’s been treating you.”
I move to reply, but she holds up her hand to cut me off when my phone starts to buzz next to her. A smirk slides into place, her eyes glinting when she holds up the device and I read the name.
Bodi.