Page 95 of Dr. Fellow

Walkie-talkie has his signals crossed hehehe.

Have you already had a mimosa?

Wait for me!!!!!

Caroline:

No—she’s just as annoying when she’s sober.

Claire:

At least I’m not a princess who requires a ridiculous amount of sleep to function.

Are you finally up, btw? We need to go.

Caroline:

I’m in medical school . . . this is my one day off.

Chill.

Claire:

I’m very chill.

Know why?

I got dicked down last night.

Me too ;)

Future Mrs. Winters:

Team Daddies? More like Team Baddies.

See you hotties soon.

I laugh and press the like button on Cassidy’s message before tossing my phone on the bed. I might not have any additional information on the plan for the day, but I know without a doubt that it’s going to be one to remember.

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“What kind of wedding dress do you think she’s gonna wear? I feel like it’s got to be classic, but I could see her in something sexy since she has the hottest bod. It’s honestly a toss-up.”

My skin feels like it’s vibrating with energy, all of the atoms inside me swirling a little faster with excitement. The only reason I haven’t completely jumped through the roof is because Walker has his arm around me, physically grounding my body as we ride the elevator up to the venue.

“You’ll know in a few hours, I’m sure,” he replies calmly, adjusting my ten-year-old Vera Bradley duffel bag on his shoulder.

I sigh, wishing the damn elevator would climb faster. It feels like it’s ascending the forty stories of the building at a glacial pace, and all I want is to get to the top so that I can hug my bestie on her big day.

Walker took his sweet time getting out of the door this morning, promising that we were on schedule when we definitely weren’t. For some ridiculous reason, he took the longest shower known to man and acted like it wasn’t a big deal. By the time he was finally ready, we were cutting it so close that I threatened to drive myself. But then he whipped out his dominant voice and insisted that he give me a ride.

I was powerless to refuse him—I’m just a girl, after all.

I did, however, shoot Cass a text when we pulled up ten minutes late to blame his ass. I love him, but I’m definitely going to throw him under the bus when he deserves it.

“I bet it’s a mix of both,” I continue, hearing my foot tap on the black tile floor.

Walker’s thumb soothingly strokes my bare shoulder. “Patience, little devil.”

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