Chapter Thirty
Blake
Izzy: You awake?
I smiled as I read her message. Yes, I was lying in bed, in the dark, but I was definitely still awake. I texted, We literally hung up the phone four minutes ago .
Izzy: Well you fell asleep really fast last night, so…
Blake: No, that was you, Princess Snore.
Izzy: I don’t snore.
Blake: No comment.
Izzy: Quit lying about things, liar.
I pictured her, face down and sound asleep beside me. I texted, Isabella Shay, I’m not saying you snore, but if you did, it would be the most adorable sleepy sound I’ve ever heard. Like a motherfucking kitten .
Izzy: Flipping you off.
Blake: Grabbing your finger and sucking.
Izzy: ABORT MISSION! THIS IS NO WAY TO GET SLEEPY!
I sat up, grinning like a dumbass, and fluffed the pillow. Texted, Is that why you texted? So you could get sleepy?
Izzy: No. I texted to say that no matter what happens, this weekend was perfect.
What was that? Did she know about the new reorg? I sent “No matter what happens??”
Izzy: I just mean that regardless of any other thing that happens in my life, in the world or in the universe, this weekend will be preserved in my heart as perfection.
Well, shit. I felt that in my stomach, in my heart, and in my mind, because it was exactly how I felt, too.
I love you. I wanted to say it, and not in the idiotic I fucking love you way I’d already done when we first slept together. I was sure she’d chalked that one up to me being overjoyed to have her willing body in my bed, the equivalent of me saying, I love having sex with you.
No, I wanted to tell her a hundred times that even though it was too soon, I was in love with everything about her.
Maybe I’d tell her tomorrow, after everything went down. Yes, it was too soon, but I was starting to not care that nothing about us made sense.
I love you, Iz. It’s what I felt in my core, but instead I texted, I love your profundity, Iz .
Izzy: And I love hearing you acknowledge the word profundity. Goodnight, Mr. Chest.
I lay back on the pillow, looked out at the city lights, and texted, Goodnight to you, Scooter’s Amy .