Page 32 of The Fake Out

Yeah, shower. Cold shower. And then movie night with Damiano siblings.

Me: I’m going to the thing on Friday after all.

Linc: !!!!

Linc: Why aren’t you answering?

Me: We’re watching a movie.

Mila: You and Emerson?

Me: And Chris

Linc: Damn I want to be in the middle of those two. Lucky Bitch.

Mila: Chris is her brother…

Me: Exactly

Linc: You say potato, and I say penis.

Mila: I can picture Gianna’s face right now.

Linc: The eye roll, right?

Me: Sigh – ANYWAY I know we said we’d do a dinner and hotel night…

Mila: You should be at your event.

Linc: Back to the glam squad! I will make you so hot Jake’s head explodes.

Mila: I thought we didn’t care what Jake thinks.

Me: We don’t.

Linc: Oh wait till you see the hair cut I gave him yesterday.

Linc: GIF of Disney villain laughing

Mila: You’re lucky you didn’t get fired.

Me: Chris is giving me the evil eye because my phone keeps going off - so are we good for tomorrow? I’ll come by the hotel with my stuff to get ready if that’s cool

Linc: Oh no way. We are coming to you. We want to see the naked roommate.

Mila: Wait did we figure out who the date is?

Linc: It’s hot roommate.

Mila: Is it? I thought he wasn’t going.

Me: I will come to you – seriously - see you tomorrow.

Gianna left the chat

At the sound of the knock, I moved to the door. Thank fuck. This had to be the contractors finally here to fix the bathroom. There’d been a hole in the wall for more than a week now, which meant I’d been using Gianna’s shower since I returned from our road stretch. Tonight, at least, she was headed out to get her hair done, so I wouldn’t be annoying when I used her bathroom.

She was in the shower now. I’d given up actively trying not to picture her with her head tipped back and water trailing down her body. Over the swell of her breasts…

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