His head falls back as he lets out a roar of laughter. “Shit, I forgot about that.” His hand instinctively covers his crotch. “That fucking hurt.”
As I gather my stuff, I grab my phone off the nightstand and see an unread message from Travis. I tell Drew I’m going to get into the shower and walk out before he sees the guilt written all over my face.
Once I’m in the bathroom, I lock the door behind me and swipe the screen on my phone.
Travis: I couldn’t fall back asleep without you next to me. I’m so fucking tired. But it was so damn worth it.
My face flushes, and I know I’m blushing like an idiot.
Viola:Sorry, Casanova. If it makes you feel any better, looks like I’m out on the air mattress from now on.
It takes less than a few seconds for his response to come through.
Travis: He’s making you sleep on the air mattress? What the hell! You can take my bed. I’ll take the couch.
Viola: No, that’ll look suspicious! We can’t act any different than we normally do, or he’ll know something’s up.
Travis: Oh, so now you’re the one embarrassed by me?
Okay, I deserved that.
Viola: No, actually. I was super tired this morning. I didn’t mean to overreact.
Travis: Wait a minute. Did hell just freeze over?
Viola: What?!
Travis: Did you just admit to overreacting to a situation? Viola, is this really you?
I bite my lip and chuckle. A sense of contentment floods over me. Travis knows me inside and out. He knows all my quirks, my habits, my body language. He’s taking over my heart again, and the thought of that scares me.
Viola: Yes, it’s me, you idiot!
Travis: Okay, that sounds more like you.
Viola: Ha-Ha. I’m getting in the shower now.
Travis: Don’t forget your vibrator this time.
I laugh and set my phone back down. Damn him.
He really has shown me a different side of him, but that doesn’t mean I trust him. In fact, the whole thing with Alyssa still doesn’t sit well with me.
Once I’m showered and dressed, I meet Drew out in the living room. He’s pacing, and I know something’s on his mind.
“You all right?” I ask, softly, knowing it’s probably a stupid question to ask. “I mean, considering…”
“You mean, considering my girlfriend threw all my shit out, tossed me out in the middle of the night, and now won’t answer my texts or calls?”
I pinch my lips together, holding back what I really want to say. “Yeah, that.”
He shrugs, his face tense. The stubble over his jaw lets me know he hasn’t shaved in a couple of days. Things must not have been getting better like he said. I see the wrinkles forming in his forehead and the black circles under his eyes. He hasn’t slept.
“Want to go get some breakfast?” I ask, changing the subject. He looks like he needs a distraction. Hell, I could use a distraction, too.
“Sure, let’s go, little sis.”
After we pick up my car from Good Times, we end up at IHOP where we both order the big breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, ham, hash browns, toast, and of course, a little fruit bowl. Our table looks like two people who haven’t eaten in a week.
