While she rolls to her stomach and pushes her ass up, I quickly fish the phone from my back pocket and send an S.O.S. to the group chat. Violet peeks over her shoulder with a smoldering look meant to entice me. I raise my brows with a closed-lip smile.
My phone buzzes with several replies faster than I thought it would. I’m surprised they aren’t all asleep already.
Warren
Why do we need to get her out of your room? Do it yourself. You sick or something?
Gage
This is too good.
Running low on time here, boys. Help a guy out.
Warren
I’m so confused.
Heston
Telling her to fuck off usually works.
Gage
Try slowly backing away.
Actually, use the wrong name. Major hack.
“Roses are red, Violet feels blue.”
Is she reciting a poem? My palm covers my forehead as she continues.
“If you don’t get over here, I’ll have to make you.”
Not bad, honestly. Five out of ten at best. I could have rated it a six for the clever rhyme, but points off for still being in my motherfucking bed.
*Middle finger emoji*
“You’re really pretty,” I say with a sigh. She smiles and starts pushing down her skirt. “But I gotta be honest, Violet?—”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
She covers her ears as the extremely loud beeping from the smoke alarm continues to blare. I hide a laugh while swiping her clothes from the floor and tossing them toward her. My phone buzzes again as I pretend to panic and swing open the bedroom door.
Warren
Amy’s out front, y’ole bastard
“Did someone text you?” Violet yells over the shrill beeps. “What’s happening!”
I can’t come up with an elaborate lie, so I just blurt out the single word. “Fire.”
“Oh my god! Okay, stay calm. I’ll call the fire department!”
“No need. Head on home and I’ll take care of things here.”
She’s running through the living room when I notice she never put her bra and shirt back on. They’re clutched to her chest and not doing much in the way ofcovering. I have to chuckle realizing that no matter how chaotic this night has ended, I still managed to get a topless girl to jump into my arms.
Naked Fridays live on.
