Connor
Not as beautiful as you.
Dez
Agreed. Wish we were there to help.
Nate
Come home so I can kiss your face.
Dez
You’re not my type.
My phone keeps buzzing, lifting my mood until I’m laughing.
Nate
That’s so fucking rude.
Connor
You aren’t even home, Nate.
Nate
*Sends a picture of him in my bed this morning*
I could be in ten minutes flat.
Connor
Leave Daph alone and get back to work.
Nate
You’re not the boss of me.
Dez
Actually, he kind of is.
Me
I have to go, anyway. Can’t wait for tonight.
Connor
Me either, angel. Promise I’ll be home on time.
I really like it when they call it that. Home. As if their place is mine, too. Our nest, our home, our life.
I’d like even more if I could believe what Connor says. I’m trying, but the lack of connection makes it hard. Still, I psych myself up.
He’ll come home on time and after a few hours together, everything will feel better. You’ll see.
Lacey comes back, handing me a lavender latte while sipping her own peach tea. The first hit of foam is so good, I groan. “This is amazing.”
