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What’s his number, Princess?

Yeah, no. We aren’t doing that.

Kai

I just wanna talk to him.

We just wanna talk to him.

A picture comes in of Kai, Jackson, Andres, and Gael, all holding baseball bats.Definitely not giving them the number.I get sidetracked staring at Kai, shirtless in a pair of baseball pants, and for a second, I lose my train of thought.

Don’t objectify your husband, Isla.

Isla

It’s not fair sending me near nudes when I’m on campus away and from you for hours.

Kai

Don’t change the subject.

His number.

Isla

Yeah, sorry, baby. Not doing that.

Kai

What are you doing right now? Is he on campus?

Steve would be in the library studying and I’m across the campus heading to the cafe so there isn’t a risk of running into him. And it’s not like we have classes that overlap, so Kai has nothing to worry about.

Isla

He is on campus, but he’s far away from me. I’m heading to the cafe to eat my lunch before my last class.

I’ll be fine. I promise.

Kai

Don’t make me promises like that, Princess.

I’m almost done here and I’ll be heading home. If you need me, I’ll be there.

I still wanna talk to him.

My overprotective husband.

My last andlongest class of the day is my child psychology class and I need to pass in order to get my degree. So I turn off all my notifications and silence my phone and actually put it in my bag so I don’t get distracted. The first half of theclass is a lecture and then we get hit with a pop quiz.Thank God I studied on Friday.I’m ready for this.

An hour and a half later, I’m walking to the car and getting ready to head home. I fish my phone out of my bag and check the messages. Instagram is a hot mess and one I don’t even want to attempt before getting home. More messages from Steve and when I say more, try thirty-two of them. Some messages from Adriana, Kai, and even our parents.

I just want to get home.

I’m starving and trying my damndest to not let my emotions get the best of me. After a day like today, I think a nice hot bath, an alcoholic beverage, and then my husband fucking my brains out is the way to go.

Isla

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