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Well… this is an interesting development. “Oh no! Don’t get dressed on my account! You stay comfortable.”
Sunday grabs the phone so I can see her unamused face. “Funny,” she deadpans. I notice her wet hair and bare shoulders.
“If you were naked, why did you answer?” I waggle my brows.
“Because it will take me two seconds to get dressed, if you can stop being a pervert.”
“Or!” I say as I walk over to the table and prop my phone up before taking off my shirt. “We could get naked together.” I smirk as I make the muscles in my chest bounce.
“Charming, are you asking me for phone sex right now?” she asks. I was joking, but is she offering?
“What if I am?” I purr as I lean over the table to look at her.
“I would become concerned for your well-being,” she says as she lays down in her bed. I’m reminded of the other night, her falling asleep on my shoulder. I can’t remember a time when I felt so relaxed.
“Why is that?” I give her a chuckle as she shrugs.
“You’re at a convention, you could have a girl on your dick in seconds. Why would you want to rub one out on the phone?” I frown at her question.
“Because I don’t want a random girl on my dick.”
She lets out a loud laugh, “Ha! Since when?”
I shift uncomfortably in my seat as I glance at the floor.
“Charming? Hey, look at me,” she says, tapping her screen. I tense my jaw for a second before looking at the screen.
“Yeah, you’re right,” I mutter. “I should let you go; I’ll see you in a couple days.”
“Ash, wai–”
“Good night, Sunday,” I say as I end the call.What am I doing? Why in the fuck am I–
“Oh, just shut up,” I groan out loud. Even my inner monologue is annoying.We all know you like her; you just don’t have the balls to try anything.I run my hands over my face in frustration before reaching for my shirt, deciding to go to the gym and work out some of the frustration.
Chapter20
Sunday
“Thanks, son,” I smile as Wade drops the box on the floor of the empty room. Well, it won’t be empty for long. I took my studio off the market, and I’m going to remodel this room and turn it into a room for ballet classes, hopefully anyway. It’s going to take time and money, both of which I’m in limited supply.
“Mom, can I go toNuts?” I give him a long look before nodding.
“Is your phone charged?” I ask, and he looks down to check.
“Forty-two percent, but I’ll ask Zora if she has a charger.” I press my lips together and nod, knowing that I will have to text Stevie’s mother to ask her myself since there is zero chance my son will remember anything once Zora and Nika start shoving sweets in his face.
“Be careful. I love you.” I give him a kiss on the head before he bolts out of the studio. Only a minute passes by when I hear the door open again. “Let me guess, you forgot your pho–” I stop mid-sentence when I see that it’s not Wade standing there. It’s Josh, standing there with a bouquet of red roses in his hand.
“Josh,” I breathe out as I stand behind the front counter, needing something between us. “What are you doing here?”
“Sunday, I know you hate beating around the bush, so I’ll just be frank.” He looks nervous as he sets the flowers down and runs his palms on his jeans. “I’m still in love with you, and I want you back.”
“Josh—”
“Wait!” he interrupts loudly, holding his hands up. “I’ve been going to therapy, and I’ve realized that when you and I got together, I was too young and wasn’t ready for the responsibilities.”
“You were twenty-seven when we got married,” I say slowly.
