Page 89 of Magic or Madness

FALLON

The bed isempty and cold when I wake up, and I squint through sleepy eyes to find Ozzy, but he’s not here.

There’s no trace of him in the shower, but when I look closer, there’s a note on the table in the corner of the room, and a small bag.

I wrap the sheets around me like a towel, striding over to see what myGreek Godleft for me this morning.

Bambi,

Running an errand with the guys, be back with breakfast.

Wear this today, my beautiful girl.

I love you - Ozzy

I admirethe small scrawl of his handwriting on the page, and my gaze wanders to the black bag beside the note.

My lips tip up into a smile as I open it, revealing a lilac-purple bikini that will undoubtedly leave little to the imagination.

I slip the fabric through my fingers and take it with me as I steam the shower as hot as it can go.

Today’s our last day in Jacksonville, and I’ve been silently hoping we find ourselves doing something fun after the heaviness of yesterday, and the emotional toll it took on all of us.

There’s a knock at the door as I’m lathering Ozzy’s conditioner in my hair, and I nearly slip in this tiny, stand-up shower.

“Fal, you awake?” Cami calls, and I yell for her to come in.

My first impression of her was less than stellar, but after doing drugs with her, and the emotional side I saw in her yesterday, I realized my initial thoughts of her were dead wrong.

“What is this?” She teases in a sing-song voice, holding up the bikini as I peek around the curtain.

“Apparently, my outfit today, according to the note that came with the gift bag,” I answer, and her eyes widen, a mischievous smile on her face as she dangles the bathing suit around her finger.

“Oh, this is going to look fucking killer on you. If we’re doing a bikini day, I need to run home and find one as cute as yours.” She winks at me from the mirror, and something about her teasing feels a little like flirting.

It’s been happening since the club night, and I catch her staring at me more often than not, with a small smirk across her face every time. The thought makes my cheeks blush, in ways that I thought were only reserved for Ozzy.

It’s slightly confusing, but the first thing that popped into my head when we met was how fucking gorgeous she was, and that was a first for me.

“Want a mimosa? The boys left fresh orange juice with the bottles from yesterday.” She fluffs her dark curls in the mirror, her voice cheerful and inviting each time she asks me something.

I have nothing to say, or add to the conversation, but I want her to keep talking to me. I’m like an awkward teenager, semi-afraid to be candid around her.

“Fuck it, why not? Do you need help packing today?” I ask subtly, silently hoping that her coming home with us is still on the table.

“No, I don’t have much. I travel light, don’t worry your pretty little head about me, sweetheart,” she says softly, waggling her fingers at me and vowing to be right back.

My head is spinning, obviously too messed up from the events of the last few days to really believe that girl has beenflirtingwith me. We’re both loud and proud with our men, in and out of the bedroom, but something about her has me questioning nearly everything I thought about myself.

Could I possibly be attracted to her, in a way where I’d beexcitedif she were flirting? Of course, I’m with Ozzy, and I’d never do anything to jeopardize my relationship, so there’s no way anything could ever materialize from the innocent way I’ve been romanticizing our interactions.

I dry off, shaking my head at my own strange monologue when the door bursts back open, and Cami comes sauntering back inside the bathroom.

“Did someone order a ‘Cami Mimosa’?” She cheers, laughing when she realizes I’m barely covered with a towel.

“What in thefresh hellis a Cami Mimosa?”

“Made by yours truly.” She bows, giggling as she takes a hearty sip. “Just enough orange juice to heighten the senses.”

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