Prudence: I can’t believe Evie and you are texting daily.
Prudence: You two arejust huge gossips.
Nuri: Hey, I’m texting you daily too!
Nuri: Which is why I’m a little hurt that I didn’t know about the getaway!
Prudence: I didn’t even know about it until we drove to the ferry boat.
Nuri: How was it?
Nuri: Did you have fun or did you spend the whole weekend freaking out about Jack?
Prudence: I actually had an amazing time.
Nuri: Next step is you flying to San Francisco.
Nuri: I’m proud of you.
Prudence: Baby steps…
PRUDENCE
“Stop fidgeting, sweetness.”
I can’t. Jack hasn’t answered my messages since we boarded the ferry, and we got stuck in traffic.Stupid L.A traffic…
“What if—”
“Nothing happened,” he reassures me as we park in front of his house. I force myself not to jump out to run to the damned glass door and peer inside. “The last text said they were cooking the meal for tonight. It was literally two minutes before we left Avalon. They’re probably just focused on the task and left their phones aside. I mean, you know cooking is not Jack’s forte…”
To put it lightly…
He’s been learning for the last few weeks, cooking with Evie when she prepared the meals, and with Ikram in the morning.
His pancakes are pretty good now, but the last time I tried his scrambled eggs, I did not manage to keep it in my mouth, no matter how hard I tried to. That forced smile didnothelp.
Nate stops the car, and leans forward to give me a quick kiss.
“It’ll be fine, sweetness. I’m sure Evie’s already here, pulling at her own hair in frustration because of their lack of skill.”
I snort. “Jack’slack of skill. Ikram’s cooking is damn good.”
“It is,” he chuckles. “As a matter of fact, he promised he’ll make his Lemon Semolina cakes for dessert.”
I manage to give him a small smile.
“Alright, let’s go so you can see everything is fine.”
Before I can open my door, he’s already out and doing it for me, giving me his hand. Which I gladly take as my whole body is really sore from our weekend.
Wewalkeda lot. There are no cars on the Island, and we had to visit the whole place by foot. And sure, yes, sex.Lotsof sex, interrupted only during the night by him forcing me to pee after each time and the occasional nightlysnack.
So yes. Really sore from our weekend.
I freeze in front of the door.
Should we just walk in, as I have a key and it’s technically my house too? Then why do I feel like we should ring the bell as it doesn’t feel like my home? Why does it feel like it’s Jack’s and Ikram’s, and my home is the house next door?
