Page 42 of Loving the Sinner
I answer with a groan, “Barely. Don’t drink, Iz. I feel like I got hit by a- FUCK.” The doorbell rings and scares the shit out of me and I almost drop my phone.
“I think it’s pronounced ‘truck’ Els Bells.” Izzy chides.
“Oh shush. Someone’s at the door, hold on.” I leave the phone on and at my side while I open the door to find Robin and Sav standing on the other side holding bags of food and to-go cups of what I’m assuming is coffee.
“Good morning! We brought breakfast and coffee!” Robin says, looking much more alive than I feel.
I bring the phone up to my ear and motion the girls inside. “Sorry Iz. Robin and Savannah just came over with breakfast. Can I call you when they leave?”
“As long as you tell me everything in explicit detail!”
“Deal. Love you Iz.”
“Love you too. Bye!”
I hang up as I walk over to the kitchen island and stand on the opposite side of it from Sav and Robs, who are both sitting with enigmatic smiles.
“Good morning…Why don’t you two look hungover?” I ask.
“We have a higher tolerance than you do, babe. Plus, we have routines to prevent hangovers. Stick with us, and we’ll teach you our ways.” Sav says, taking a bite of her breakfast sandwich.
“We brought you bacon, egg, and cheese on a croissant, and an iced white mocha with an extra shot. I hope that’s okay?” Robin says while sliding over the sandwich and a cup.
“That sounds fucking delightful. Thank you. But how did you know my coffee order?” I take a long sip of the coffee, almost moaning at the taste. Then, I take a bite of the croissant sandwich and groan. “This is really good.” I say impolitely around a mouthful.
“A little bird told us what you liked. We planned on coming over this morning to check on you anyway, butsomeonewas adamant that we do.” Savannah answers.
She doesn’t have to say his name for me to know she’s talking about Wes. My stomach flutters, and it has nothing to do with the hangover this time. It has everything to do with how thoughtful Wes is.
We eat in silence until we’ve all finished our sandwiches and most of our drinks. I take our trash and throw it away, then stand back at the counter while they just stare at me.
“Sooooo,” Robin starts, “did you have fun last night?”
I narrow my eyes at her, “Yes… Why?”
Robs shrugs. “Just wanted to make sure you were okay after that douchebag and the drinking. We had a lot of fun with you, and we want to hang out more.”
Sav nods in agreement, then clears her throat. “We also wanted to make sure you got home okay and that Wes took care of you. Which, it looks like he did.”
“Yes, he took great care of me. He removed my makeup and braided my hair for me. Got me medicine and water. He even…” I trail off, my cheeks burning as I decide if I want to share the shirt thing, in the end I tell them anyway. “He helped me take off that contraption of a shirt I decided to wear. Then I guess he left. Why did he come get me, anyway?”
Robin and Savannah have a silent conversation that I wish I could be part of full of eyebrow raises, head shakes, nods, and random hand gestures. Finally, they both look at me and Robin explains.
“You kept talking about Wes last night after a few drinks.” My cheeks heat again in embarrassment. “And after the incident with the dudebro, I figured you’d appreciate Wes taking you home.”
Sav jumps in. “Plus, and I love him with all my heart, Drew’s not the most… sensitive or caring with new people. He would have just dropped you off and let you fend for yourself. We wanted someone to make sure you got in okay and we knew Wes would do that without overstepping any boundaries.”
“He was a perfect gentleman.” I assure them.
“Good. Well. He has a show on Wednesday night, and we all try to go and support him.” Sav says.
“Oh well that should be fun. I hope you guys have fun-”
Robin interrupts me, “Nope. You’re coming with us. We will pick you up at six on Wednesday.”
“Wouldn’t Wes have invited me himself if he wanted me to come?”
“Nah.” She waves me off like it’s no big deal. “You’re part of the group now. This is what we do.”
