Chapter 156


    Rosie: I cane by your apartment, bring the caffeine to you. In one hour? Thirty minutes? Now?


    I could picture my friend batting her eyshes at me. Rosie had never drilled me so hard for a story.


    Lina: I’m not at my apartment.


    Rosie: Still at the airport? I cane byter. Just give me a time.


    Taking a deep breath, I typed my answer.


    Lina: I don’t think I’m going back to my ce tonight.


    Those three dots bounced back to life on the screen. She typed and typed and typed. For a stupidly


    Rosie: I KNEW IT.


    A strangled sound climbed up my throat. That’s all she was typing?


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    Rosie: SO? Spill it. Type it, so I can tell you that I saw iting.


    I chuckled under my breath. Had I been that blind?


    Lina: …


    Rosie: SAY IT. SAY IT OUT LOUD. Say. It.


    Lina: Chill, Edward Cullen.


    Rosie: Catalina, if you don’t start talking, I’m going to get pissed. And I never do. You still don’t know


    what a pissed Rosie looks like.


    Lina: Aaron’s. I’m at Aaron’s apartment.


    Rosie: Of course you are. I want to know the rest.


    Lina: The rest?


    Rosie: A condensed versi


    on—for now.


    Lina: We sort of kissed. Kinda slept together.


    Rosie: SORT OF? KINDA? What does that even mean?


    Lina: *eye roll emoji* We did. Kissed. Had sex.


    Rosie: AND?


    And so, so much more, I was about to type. But my thumbs froze above the screen. Ugh. Then, they


    worked at breakneck speed.


    Lina: … and I’m a mess. I’m scared and giddy. Stupidly happy too. And he’s so good to me. So good


    that it feels like a dream I’m going to wake up from with cold sweat sticking to my skin. And you know


    how much I hate when that happens. Remember when I dreamed that I was getting raunchy with Joe


    Manganiello and the fire rm in my building went off right as he was unsping his belt buckle, and I


    was cranky for a whole month?


    Lina: This feels a million worlds better than that dream. Gxies better.


    It was, and I wasn’t just talking about the way my body seemed toe alive under his touch. Hell, that


    was the smallest part of all of this.


    Lina: I don’t want to wake up, Rosie.


    Rosie: Oh, sweetie.


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