After a few moments of quiet, I looked at her. She was brushing her hair out, getting ready to wrap it up like she did with all those bobby pins sometimes, but tonight she just used a satin scarf.
“I don’t think they’re gonna make it, Teddy,” she finally said.
“Why’s that?”
She shrugged. “Gut feeling? I know Jayda, and she’s over it.”
“Hm,” I watched her as she walked over to the dresser to get her nightgown. “Last time I thought they were over was when Jayda went to Miami with her ex. People are full of surprises.”
“I remember that. She told him that Melody was her cousin and they were flying home for their aunt’s birthday.”
“She ain’t know he had an AirTag in that luggage,” I chuckled. “Caught her ass right at the gate.”
She shook her head. “They’re so damn toxic. Might as well be an open relationship at this point.”
I thought about what Ty said this morning about him and Sofia. “Yeah… It’s too messy at this point. But like I said, it’s their business. You and I got enough going on to be worried about their relationship, too.”
“Oh, yeah?”
I cocked an eyebrow at her. “You think I don’t know you bought all this as some kinda punishment for what I did?”
Her lips pinched together, and I laughed. “Well, jokes on you,Amore mio. I don’t care if you swipe the damn logo off that card. That show you put on today was well worth it and I’d spend my life savings to keep this going.”
“That so?” She held my gaze and bit her lips after speaking. “‘Cause I’m bout to hop in the shower, if you care to join me. Maybe you could get part two if you’re lucky.”
I smirked before getting out of bed. “Fuck, I’m taking tomorrow off. I need rest after this.”
“Aw, did I finally wear you out?” she said as she walked toward the bathroom, already removing her dress. I watched her ass until she disappeared around the corner.
“Yes, you did. But don’t worry. I’m about to return the favor.”
Let’s Make an Italian Porno.
Day Seven.
I sprawled across the couch, lazily sipping a beer while Carmen laid stretched out on my chest, chewing cold pizza. We’d decided to stay in today, no real plans except to do absolutely nothing.
And part of that brilliant plan?
Renting some questionable late-night porno on pay-per-view.
It was in Italian, which she didn’t speak, but that didn’t stop her from insisting we watch it and I was stuck translating the moaning dialogue like some pervert.
My phone rang, and my mother’s name flashed across the screen. I quickly ended the call before tossing my phone on the coffee table.
“Why not just block her if you’re not gonna answer?” she asked lazily.
“I might answer one day,” I answered truthfully.
“Hm.”
“What?” I nudged her to see where her head was at.
“Nothing, just interesting.”
“What is?”
She sighed dramatically. “Nothing, baby. Just watch the badly filmed porn.”
