our lucky day.”
“Lucky? There’s no luck involved. Several other words come to mind: controlling, domineering, overbearing, dictatorial, bossy, tyrannical. Incidentally, how or I should say when did he find out about the burglary?”
“I ran into him…literally…when I was leaving Josh and Tyler’s this morning.” I say as I move towards the refrigerator and then grab a bottle of water from it.
Her mouth drops open and then she bursts into laughter.
“Glad you find it so amusing because honestly, it was far from funny.” I say with annoyance and take a swig of water.
She attempts to stifle her laugh. “You ran into him? Leaving Tyler’s just as the sun was coming up?” She can’t control her laughter and I join her in it.
“Okay, okay.” I say and playfully poke her.
“Oh, God. That image just made my day! Maybe my year! Come on, you have to tell me all the dirty details…he must have thought you slept with Tyler…and did you sleep with Tyler? Oh, this is too good. Talk about revenge! Nice work, Em!”
“Shut up! It was all an accident…are you saying I planned this to get back at Logan?”
“No! Of course not…that’s what makes it all the more perfect.”
“Oh, sure. It was all so perfect while you were screwing…very loudly I might add…and I’m trying to sleep…and that’s a whole other story because I was in Tyler’s bed.”
“Awkward, was it?” She smiles, slightly.
“A bit.”
“Sorry. So you did sleep with Tyler?” She says in a teasing, accusatory way. “I thought he was going to sleep on the couch?”
“I felt bad. It is his bed.”
“Uh-huh.” She smirks. “You know what this means?”
I shake my head at her. “I’m a nice person?”
She shakes her head back at me. “Is it possible that you are actually falling for Tyler?”
“Oh, Bryn. You and your dreams of love triangles and what did you call it?”
“Shades of Shakespeare.” She smiles, proudly.
“Yes, well, it’s not happening. I like Tyler but I can’t just jump into bed with someone right after Logan.”
“But you did.”
“Gah! Last night was an exception…and it wasn’t like I just jumped in his bed. We couldn’t stay here and I felt bad about him having to sleep on the couch and…oh, why am I explaining all of this…you know the truth…you just enjoy watching me sweat.”
“Okay, Okay.” She smiles. “But, seriously, what did happen when you ran into him? He must have been so pissed and now that I think about it, what in the world was he doing there? You think he knew you were there?”
“Good point.” I frown.
“I’ll go back to what I said earlier…the other words that come to mind: controlling, domineering, overbearing…” She trails off.
“ Anyway … yes, he was quite pissed. I can’t say I blame him. It did look bad. I explained the burglary and why we were staying there so he calmed down. But at first, he was pretty pissed.”
“Well, it serves him right.”
“Yes and that’s what he said. He said he probably deserved it…me being with Tyler.”
“So, he gave you his blessings?” She says, surprised.
“No, not at all. He was just saying it to make a point. He’s still hoping I’ll take him back. He told me he fucked up and he was sorry.”
“And you believe him?”
“I do.”
“But you aren’t getting back together?” She says and I can tell she’s deep in thought as she twirls a strand of hair with her finger.
I chug some water. “No. What are you plotting, now?”
“What makes you think I’m plotting something?” She asks, defensively.
“I’ve known you long enough to know when you twirl your hair like that…your devious mind is up to something.”
“Well.” She says with mock annoyance. “I was only thinking that my restraining order idea is a good one.”
“Ha! You don’t think I can resist the charms of Mr. Prescott?”
She cocks an eyebrow. “The real question is: do you think you can resist his charms?
“Lucky? There’s no luck involved. Several other words come to mind: controlling, domineering, overbearing, dictatorial, bossy, tyrannical. Incidentally, how or I should say when did he find out about the burglary?”
“I ran into him…literally…when I was leaving Josh and Tyler’s this morning.” I say as I move towards the refrigerator and then grab a bottle of water from it.
Her mouth drops open and then she bursts into laughter.
“Glad you find it so amusing because honestly, it was far from funny.” I say with annoyance and take a swig of water.
She attempts to stifle her laugh. “You ran into him? Leaving Tyler’s just as the sun was coming up?” She can’t control her laughter and I join her in it.
“Okay, okay.” I say and playfully poke her.
“Oh, God. That image just made my day! Maybe my year! Come on, you have to tell me all the dirty details…he must have thought you slept with Tyler…and did you sleep with Tyler? Oh, this is too good. Talk about revenge! Nice work, Em!”
“Shut up! It was all an accident…are you saying I planned this to get back at Logan?”
“No! Of course not…that’s what makes it all the more perfect.”
“Oh, sure. It was all so perfect while you were screwing…very loudly I might add…and I’m trying to sleep…and that’s a whole other story because I was in Tyler’s bed.”
“Awkward, was it?” She smiles, slightly.
“A bit.”
“Sorry. So you did sleep with Tyler?” She says in a teasing, accusatory way. “I thought he was going to sleep on the couch?”
“I felt bad. It is his bed.”
“Uh-huh.” She smirks. “You know what this means?”
I shake my head at her. “I’m a nice person?”
She shakes her head back at me. “Is it possible that you are actually falling for Tyler?”
“Oh, Bryn. You and your dreams of love triangles and what did you call it?”
“Shades of Shakespeare.” She smiles, proudly.
“Yes, well, it’s not happening. I like Tyler but I can’t just jump into bed with someone right after Logan.”
“But you did.”
“Gah! Last night was an exception…and it wasn’t like I just jumped in his bed. We couldn’t stay here and I felt bad about him having to sleep on the couch and…oh, why am I explaining all of this…you know the truth…you just enjoy watching me sweat.”
“Okay, Okay.” She smiles. “But, seriously, what did happen when you ran into him? He must have been so pissed and now that I think about it, what in the world was he doing there? You think he knew you were there?”
“Good point.” I frown.
“I’ll go back to what I said earlier…the other words that come to mind: controlling, domineering, overbearing…” She trails off.
“ Anyway … yes, he was quite pissed. I can’t say I blame him. It did look bad. I explained the burglary and why we were staying there so he calmed down. But at first, he was pretty pissed.”
“Well, it serves him right.”
“Yes and that’s what he said. He said he probably deserved it…me being with Tyler.”
“So, he gave you his blessings?” She says, surprised.
“No, not at all. He was just saying it to make a point. He’s still hoping I’ll take him back. He told me he fucked up and he was sorry.”
“And you believe him?”
“I do.”
“But you aren’t getting back together?” She says and I can tell she’s deep in thought as she twirls a strand of hair with her finger.
I chug some water. “No. What are you plotting, now?”
“What makes you think I’m plotting something?” She asks, defensively.
“I’ve known you long enough to know when you twirl your hair like that…your devious mind is up to something.”
“Well.” She says with mock annoyance. “I was only thinking that my restraining order idea is a good one.”
“Ha! You don’t think I can resist the charms of Mr. Prescott?”
She cocks an eyebrow. “The real question is: do you think you can resist his charms?
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