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buried my head back under my pillow.
An hour later I was standing in the kitchen trying to decide what to eat, when I heard the front door lock jiggle. Sara snuck in quietly, closing the door softly behind her.
Busted. She was wearing the same cute little tank top and bubble skirt she’d worn the night before.
"Don't try to sneak past me, Sara. Embrace your walk of shame," I teased, sticking my head out of the kitchen.
"AHHH," she yelped, dropping her black boots with a loud thump. "You scared me."
"I bet." I laughed and returned to the pantry and my fruitless search for something amazing to eat. There was nothing, unless I wanted Pop-tarts or Lucky Charms. While I was a fan of both, I was craving real food. Like bacon.
"Hardy har har," came Sara's voice as she propped herself against the doorway. "There's no shame in this walk, babe."
"Really? You were with Chris, right?"
"Mmmmhmmm, and I am deliciously exhausted."
Groaning, I shut the cabinet door and laughed at her. "Ugh, Sara. I don't want to hear about your sexcapades."
She made a sign as if she was zipping her lips and turned to head to her room, but not before calling out behind her, "Your loss." I heard her hum all the way down the hallway.
"What's your loss?" asked Candace a few minutes later, freshly showered and dressed for the day.
"Ha. I wouldn't let Sara brag about her torrid night of passion with Chris."
Candace chuckled. "She spent the whole night out? The little ho," she teased. She went behind me and checked all around the kitchen for food, much as I just had.
"Hmmm, I need something substantial," she moaned, rubbing her stomach. "Brunch?"
"You read my mind," I agreed quickly. "Be right back." I raced to my room and threw on a simple sundress and some Keds. Thankfully I’d showered before bed, so I just threw my dark hair into a high ponytail and slicked on some lip gloss.
"Let's go.”
Sitting over brunch, Candace shoved a bite of sausage into her mouth and requested information on what had gone on between me and Gage.
"Nothing," I squeaked, my voice all but cracking.
"Nothing," she mimicked. "Sweetie, he chased you outside the bar to get your name. Obviously you made quite an impression."
I took a sip of orange juice and told her about yelling at Mr. Aussie when he called my dates losers. Although she held her tongue, her wide eyes and silently shaking shoulders attested to her amusement.
"I got the impression he was hoping you’d be back again tonight," she hinted.
"C'mon Cand, that's Sara's department. Did you see all the chicks hanging on him? He probably scores more than Peyton Manning."
"Dude, harsh." She broke out into hysterical laughter. "Probably true, but still harsh."
I joined wholeheartedly in her laughter. "He's super hot though – I’ll give him that."
"Oh, I'd give him more than that," she chuckled, earning herself a peg in the face from one of my home fries.
"Alright then," she piped up after a few moments, "let's talk about Riley."
"You're full of questions this morning, aren't you Lois Lane?" Lois Lane. My thoughts immediately went to my abbreviated dream this morning with my Aussie superman and I shifted guiltily in my seat.
"Why yes, yes I am," she teased. "Inquiring minds want to know. What was up with that kiss?"
"Well that question is somewhat harder to answer than the one about Gage. He was in full-on-flirt mode last night. He called me ‘doable’," I laughed. "I mean hell's bells, it was random."
“Not totally random. I’m pretty sure he’s been scoping you out for a long time. You know about the brief fling back freshman year with Sara? Well maybe he’s been biding his time with you because of her.”
“No way. We’ve been friends for two whole years. He knows I don’t date, yet he’s never tried to put a move on me.”
“Don’t be such a Dawson,” she said without missing a beat.
“Dawson? Good Lord, you need to stop hanging out with Sara. What’s that supposed to
An hour later I was standing in the kitchen trying to decide what to eat, when I heard the front door lock jiggle. Sara snuck in quietly, closing the door softly behind her.
Busted. She was wearing the same cute little tank top and bubble skirt she’d worn the night before.
"Don't try to sneak past me, Sara. Embrace your walk of shame," I teased, sticking my head out of the kitchen.
"AHHH," she yelped, dropping her black boots with a loud thump. "You scared me."
"I bet." I laughed and returned to the pantry and my fruitless search for something amazing to eat. There was nothing, unless I wanted Pop-tarts or Lucky Charms. While I was a fan of both, I was craving real food. Like bacon.
"Hardy har har," came Sara's voice as she propped herself against the doorway. "There's no shame in this walk, babe."
"Really? You were with Chris, right?"
"Mmmmhmmm, and I am deliciously exhausted."
Groaning, I shut the cabinet door and laughed at her. "Ugh, Sara. I don't want to hear about your sexcapades."
She made a sign as if she was zipping her lips and turned to head to her room, but not before calling out behind her, "Your loss." I heard her hum all the way down the hallway.
"What's your loss?" asked Candace a few minutes later, freshly showered and dressed for the day.
"Ha. I wouldn't let Sara brag about her torrid night of passion with Chris."
Candace chuckled. "She spent the whole night out? The little ho," she teased. She went behind me and checked all around the kitchen for food, much as I just had.
"Hmmm, I need something substantial," she moaned, rubbing her stomach. "Brunch?"
"You read my mind," I agreed quickly. "Be right back." I raced to my room and threw on a simple sundress and some Keds. Thankfully I’d showered before bed, so I just threw my dark hair into a high ponytail and slicked on some lip gloss.
"Let's go.”
Sitting over brunch, Candace shoved a bite of sausage into her mouth and requested information on what had gone on between me and Gage.
"Nothing," I squeaked, my voice all but cracking.
"Nothing," she mimicked. "Sweetie, he chased you outside the bar to get your name. Obviously you made quite an impression."
I took a sip of orange juice and told her about yelling at Mr. Aussie when he called my dates losers. Although she held her tongue, her wide eyes and silently shaking shoulders attested to her amusement.
"I got the impression he was hoping you’d be back again tonight," she hinted.
"C'mon Cand, that's Sara's department. Did you see all the chicks hanging on him? He probably scores more than Peyton Manning."
"Dude, harsh." She broke out into hysterical laughter. "Probably true, but still harsh."
I joined wholeheartedly in her laughter. "He's super hot though – I’ll give him that."
"Oh, I'd give him more than that," she chuckled, earning herself a peg in the face from one of my home fries.
"Alright then," she piped up after a few moments, "let's talk about Riley."
"You're full of questions this morning, aren't you Lois Lane?" Lois Lane. My thoughts immediately went to my abbreviated dream this morning with my Aussie superman and I shifted guiltily in my seat.
"Why yes, yes I am," she teased. "Inquiring minds want to know. What was up with that kiss?"
"Well that question is somewhat harder to answer than the one about Gage. He was in full-on-flirt mode last night. He called me ‘doable’," I laughed. "I mean hell's bells, it was random."
“Not totally random. I’m pretty sure he’s been scoping you out for a long time. You know about the brief fling back freshman year with Sara? Well maybe he’s been biding his time with you because of her.”
“No way. We’ve been friends for two whole years. He knows I don’t date, yet he’s never tried to put a move on me.”
“Don’t be such a Dawson,” she said without missing a beat.
“Dawson? Good Lord, you need to stop hanging out with Sara. What’s that supposed to
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