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This morning, he left me a strawberry yogurt and a note that said, “Those jeans you wore yesterday? Yougurta be kiddin’ me, Viv. ;)” I wonder
Oh god
For most people, time makes it a little more bearable, but for her, it only seemed to get worse until she could barely pull herself out of bed. Until she lost her job, and then another, and then another. She couldn’t even see a television show with a car on it without having a panic attack. I found myself taking care of one grieving parent while I still grieved the other.
Damn
I’m working on pinning up my latest plot points when suddenly, my bedroom door bursts open and Reese barrels through, wearing nothing but a white towel slung impossibly low on his hips. He’s soaking wet, rivulets of water dripping down his chest, torso, and legs onto the floor. Clearly, he’s just come from the shower, but why is he in my room half-naked?
Omg what
he all but yells, “What’s in the pink bottle? In the shower?” Pink bottle? What?
????
“Viv. Fucking focus, please,” Reese pleads, his voice rising a pitch. “I need to know what is in the pink bottle in the shower, right. Now.”
Girl WHAT
“Um… exfoliating body wash? I think? I mean, I can’t really remember offhand, but why are you even showering in my bathroom and not your—” He cuts me off with a pained groan. “Look, tell me right now, whatever the fuck is in it… is it going to make my dick fall off?” “What?” I screech. “What do you mean fall off?” There’s a pause, and then he sighs, dragging his free hand through his wet hair to push it off his face. “Is it?”
LMFAOOOOO
“No. No, Reese. Tell me you did not.” His expression changes slightly, a look that is almost… guilty passing his face. “You used my body wash to… jack off?” I sputter. “Are you serious right now?”
LMFAO OH MY GOD
“Yes, my dick is perfectly safe. Wanna check for me?”
LMFAO
Ah, so maybe I can help? Money is the one thing I can seem to contribute to this. “Okay, no problem. What’s your Venmo? I’ll send you some, and if it’s more than that, I’ll call the shop and take care of it.” “Don’t do that. Don’t offer to pay for my stuff, Reese,” she says. The mask of coldness drops back in place. “I’m not your charity case.”
Uh oh
“Yeah, Viv. It’s just fucking money. Why are you making it a big deal?” She whips around, her blue irises ablaze. “Because it is a big deal. Maybe not for you, but it is for me. It’s not a big deal to you because you have it just lying around to fix anything and every- thing that comes your way. Thank you, Reese. Thank you for reminding me of exactly who you are. I seemed to have forgotten for a moment. I needed that reminder.”
Damn
Contrary to what you believe, money doesn’t fix everything. In the real world, where regular people live, money isn’t the answer to all problems. There are things that money could never solve. Stupid me for thinking I could confide in you. I forget that you don’t have real problems.”
Wtf
“You’re scaring me. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” My words come out in a rush as I start throwing on a pair of black leggings and the first T-shirt I can grab from my drawer. “Oh, honey, I’m fine. I just took a little tumble when I was walking to the bathroom. Apparently, I forgot to eat yesterday, and I had a little fainting spell. I know better—I just didn’t have much energy to even get out of bed yesterday.”
Not rocking with this mom
My forehead presses against the cool wood of my door, and my eyes drop shut. I know she doesn’t do this purposefully, the guilt trips. The comments about how she wishes I was there or that I didn’t choose to go to college away from home. But every time she says it, guilt eats away at me.
Hmmmm
She deserves more than the shitty hand life has given her, but only she can pull herself from this. As badly as I wish I could, I can’t do it for her. I’ve been trying to get her to get help, whether it be someone who makes house calls or even a Teladoc therapist. I think she needs professional help that I can’t give her.
So true
I woke up in the middle of the night with Viv’s head in my lap and my arm slung over her waist like it belonged there. Her silky, dark hair was spread out like a halo around her as she slept.
:(
I’m so engrossed in the pages that I don’t even hear Viv knock, but then my door opens, and suddenly, a shadow falls over me, causing me to almost jump out of my fucking skin and slam the book shut. Shit. Shit. Shit. I try to shove it under me before she sees what it is, but she snags it out of my hand before I’m able to. Damnit, she’s quick.
Lmfakoo what book
I stammer, unable to think of a fucking excuse other than that I picked up the stupid thing because I wanted something to talk with her about. Common ground. And I know she’s into this shit.
Stop :(
“The Supernatural: Why the Unexplained Is Real,” she reads aloud. “Never took you for a reader.”
Omg
“TAYLOR SWIFT? Why am I not even a little bit surprised?” Viv says, her eyes sparkling with amusement when I turn on my Range Rover and “Style” plays through the speaker. “Listen, she’s an icon, and I’m a fucking fan. It doesn’t make me any less of a man because I’m a Swiftie, alright?”
Yuck
Her lips curve into a sly grin. “Maybe. I mean, you should at least make them work for it.” “So, you don’t give up the playlists until the fourth date? After the grocery trip, of course. Bananas are very intimate, I get it.” This makes her laugh, and it floats through the cab of my truck, making me grin in return.
I love this riffing
I always wished I had a sibling growing up. And a little black kitten, but unfortunately, I got neither.
So help me god if they get a cat
I round the cart, walk over to where she’s standing, then crouch down, and in one swift motion, I’ve got her on my shoulders with my hands wrapped around her thighs to steady her. She yelps, and her fingers fly to my hair, threading through the strands as she holds on.
All this for some cereal
“Hallie, I love you, but I am not going out to dinner with you, Lane, and Reese. On Valentine’s Day. You know it’s for couples. Love Day. Which means that sounds an awful lot like a double date of some sort, and I am not falling for that trap.” I shoot my best friend, who has obviously lost her mind, an incredulous look. “Nope. Not no, but hell no.”
Lmfao
“Holy shit,” Reese mutters so low that I almost don’t hear him at all. “You look… incredible, Viv.”
Down bad
The pale purple satin hugs my body like a glove and stops midthigh, showing off just the right amount of leg without being indecent. I’m wearing my best bra, the one that makes my boobs look bigger, and I used my old curling wand, doing a few loose curls to go with the dramatic, smokey eyeshadow I applied. I’m even wearing heels, which is not something I do often.
Damn girl
I’m too horny for this. He reaches past me for the other menu, brushing along my chest when he does. “Can you not?” I hiss quietly. Smirking, he opens the menu. “Can I not what? Please be more specific, Viv.” Exist? Breathe in my general direction because it turns me on when it shouldn’t?
Girl
And apparently, it’s the only thing on my agenda from the moment I walk into the Kappa house after dinner. Where he drove me absolutely insane, until I felt like I was going to dry hump his leg at the table or something nuts that is very unlike me.
Girl
Being drunk and jealous while said roommate is across the room laughing at a fun-sized cleat chaser wearing nothing but Barbie-pink lingerie.
GIRL
Clearly, it’s the absolute funniest thing in the world, judging by how hard he’s laughing. My lips tighten in a scowl when she leans in and puts her perfectly manicured hand on his bicep and bats her eyelashes. Well, what a bunch of comedians they are.
Lmfaoooo
her vagina lips would be hanging out of the dental floss she’s wearing.
WOw
“I think I may want to have sex with Reese… again.”
GIRL
“Sorry, babe. But it’s calling my name, and I must go where the Jell-O takes me. Like the sea, mate!” I announce like a pirate, and I have no idea why. Okay, yeah, I’m drunk.
Great
“First up will be Vivienne and Santana! But oh, Vivienne, you know this is a lingerie-themed party, right? Unfortunately, you’ll have to lose that dress if you’re wanting to get into the pit.” I rack my brain to remember if I picked out a matching set today and decide that even if I didn’t, oh well.
OH DIVA
I lift my chin higher, reaching behind me to the zipper, and then I lose him in the crowd. Because he’s moving. Actually, he’s pushing his way through, and not gently.
Tea
I’m cut off when he hoists me up and tosses me over like I weigh next to nothing. His hand holds my dress shut as he carries me off the stage, all while I’m hitting his back and demanding to be put down.
Lmfao
“Maybe. Are you going to start wearing shirts? Funny how you didn’t mind Barbie not having her clothes on in there.” “Oh ho ho,” He laughs as he finally, fucking finally lowers me to my feet. “You’re cute as fuck when you’re jealous, Viv.”
Lmfao
I walk over to the ledge of the flower bed and flop down, almost losing my balance and falling backward into the flowers if it wasn’t for the hand that slid around my waist at the last second. Shit.
A mess
Fuck him. Have all his babies. “Stupid muscles,” I mutter. “What was that?” he asks, his eyebrow arched in question. “Didn’t catch that, Viv.” Well, obviously, because it wasn’t meant for you.
LMFAO GIRL
He squats in front of me, giving me his back. I definitely do check out his ass in this position. Holy shit. All of that squatting has clearly paid off. My eyebrows shoot up. “Um, you are not giving me a piggyback all the way inside.” “Yeah, I am, or I’m gonna throw you over my shoulder again. Either way, I’m getting you in that house. You’re about to break a fucking ankle in those things.”
Incredible
“But I lied. I think it might be this exact shade of purple,” he says, eyeing my dress.
Tea
When she walked out of her bedroom wearing that dress, I was speechless. She looked like a goddess bathed in purple satin, and it was a punch directly to the gut with a reminder that said you can’t fucking touch. Viv on a regular day is the hottest girl I’ve ever seen, but tonight? I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. No matter how hard I tried.
Damn
BOOOOOM. The fuck? I drop my hand and turn the shower off when I hear another loud noise, followed by what sounds like a herd of fucking elephants coming from my bedroom. Stepping out of the glass door, I grab the towel off the rack and then hurriedly wrap it around my waist and rush out into my room.
What
She makes it to me and then pushes on my shoulders, shoving me back on the bed, flat on my back. “Stop talking,” she rasps. Her voice is low and so fucking sexy as she swings a leg over and straddles my lap. The T-shirt creeps up her thighs when she does, revealing a pair of purple boy shorts that are molded to her pussy.
Bruh
“Viv, baby, stop. Stop,” I say against her lips as she tries to kiss me. I plant my hands on her hips in an attempt to stop her. “No. I want you, and I’m so tired of fighting it.”
Omg
“Listen to me,” I say, leaning forward to slide my hands along her jaw, staring into the deep blue pools of her eyes. “You think I don’t want you, Viv? Fuck, I want you so bad I’m losing my goddamn mind. There is nothing more I want in the fucking world than this.”
:(
Without hesitation, I gather her hair in my fist and pull it back from her face as she retches. Every time I think she’s done, she heaves again. Fuck, I hate this.
Diva down
“Could I sleep with you? Just sleep? I just don’t really feel like being alone right now.” I’m already pulling the covers back for her when I nod. “Of course. C’mon.”
Awww
Without thinking, I reach out and twirl my finger around a piece of her hair. Her eyes drop closed, and she makes no move to stop me, so I run my fingers through the soft strands, gently playing with her hair. “Mmm,” she murmurs. “Keep doing that, please.” Not that I had any intention of stopping. So I continue dragging my fingers gently over her scalp, scooting my body just an inch—okay, three—closer to her.
My heart
I wrap my arms around her body and pull her to me, her face burrowing into my bare chest, without even thinking about it. I just want to fucking hold her right now, and I hope like hell she doesn’t give me shit.
Omg
“Thank you,” she whispers. “For everything tonight.” “Always, Viv.”
Omy
