Let's Be Crazy (Oh Captain, My Captain 4)

“Yes. We always wait until it’s serious. I don’t want random people in and out of Reed’s life.”

I want to ask how many women Ashton has introduced to Reed, but I keep my mouth closed. That’s not my business. It’s not like Ashton is mine or anything. I close my eyes, letting the hot steam soothe me. My thoughts begin to wander, thinking of Ashton’s lips. Our last kiss made my knees weak and my head spin. I can’t wait for him to do it again. I can’t wait to feel his arms around me, and his hands…

“Lexie?”

I pop my eyes open, and the girls are staring at me. “What?”

“You looked asleep,” Brooke says. “We were worried you passed out.”

I smile. “No, just…thinking.”

After a couple more minutes, we head out to the showers. The cool water on my hot skin wakes me up. I feel refreshed, and like I can conquer the world. I’ll never tell Tiffany that she’s right about the spa day, though. When I finish, I slip on my yoga pants and sweatshirt. I sit on the bench across from the lockers, tying my shoes, and then my phone beeps.

Ashton: Hope you’re enjoying the spa day. FYI, I’m not thinking about you wrapped in a towel. I’m really not.

I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face as I text back to him.

Me: I’m very relaxed, and I’m not thinking about you all hot and

sweaty from a long day of practice either.

That’s the furthest thing from the truth, but I would never tell him that I’ve been Googling pictures of him. I may have drooled over a few.

Ashton: Glad to hear that…the relaxed part. I haven’t even thought about the next time I’ll see you, so I can kiss you again.

I lick my lips thinking about kissing him again.

Me: What a shame. I had thought about that. Maybe I shouldn’t be thinking so much, then?

Ashton: You had? Because I lied.

My insides jump, thinking that maybe he was daydreaming about me like I’ve done.

Me: I’m shocked. You lied? SMH. I’m hurt.

Ashton: I’m sorry. I was trying not to sound needy…even though when it comes to you, I kind of am.

What?

What do I say?

I quickly rack about my brain and text back the one thing that doesn’t sound like I’m needy too.

Me: Being needy isn’t always a bad thing. In some situations, I guess. I need to go get Sadie. Talk to you later

“Lexie, are you ready?”

I look up at Brooke. “Yep, let’s go get the kids.”

I hug Tiff bye, and tell her that I’ll call her later, and then Brooke follows me back over to my parents’ house. When we walk in, we hear the kids laughing in the kitchen.

“Mommy!”

“Mom!”

Both of our kids run into our arms and hugs us.

“Did you have a good day, Reed?”