Chapter 9
Reese
Bestie
I heard you have a hottie guest.
Look at my call doing the Lord’s work.
As I said before, you’re welcome.
Wait! Did you know he was coming and not tell me?
Don’t you love me anymore?
No, I didn’t know he was coming. He showed up this morning out of the blue, and then more guests came, and of course I still love you. I’m assuming the family gossip tree got activated pretty quickly.
And you’re leaving something out.
Even over text I can tell.
Ever, I fucked up. Oh. My. God did I fuck up.
What? What do you mean? How?
WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FUCKED UP?
Tell meeeeeeee.
I—
Reese, if you don’t tell me I’m coming to hunt your ass down.
TELL ME!
We kissed.
YOU WHAT?
He’s really that hot you jumped him within 5 minutes?
Why can’t I find a guy like that?
FOCUS EVERLEIGH!
He kissed me first.
Did you resist? Put up a fight?
Ummmmmmm…
Right, so no resistance, AKA you jumped him.
Was it like a peck on the cheek kiss or nail you against the wall kiss?
Yup, the wall kind. Get it, girl.
I didn’t know you had it in you.
Wait, did you get it in you??
EVER! No.
You’re an idiot. How am I supposed to work with him now? I can barely look him in the eye after this.
Why?
Wait, is he a terrible kisser? He doesn’t look like he would be bad.
Details woman!
And just look somewhere else
EVER!
No.
No, he’s not a terrible kisser? Or no, you don’t want to look at his dick?
Fine! No, he’s not a terrible kisser. He’s amazing. Wait. How do you know what he looks like?
Whatever.
Because unlike you, I didn’t take days to look the man’s pictures up online. Sex on a stick.
What does that mean, anyway? Why would sex be on a stick?
Also, I noticed you didn’t deny wanting to look at his
Ever, he looked at me like he wanted to eat me alive
What do I do?
I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out.