Page 49 of One Week Hating You
Do I want to start something with Blake? My body does, but my brain tells me it’s the worst idea ever. I close my eyes and imagine it for a few seconds. Memories of our brief encounter in the dark flood me with heat. God, that was hot. The sex would be mind-blowing, I’m sure, but I’d get attached and I’d want more. And it’s Blake we’re talking about here. I think the man might be allergic to commitment.
And what would I do here if I stayed? My life is back in Burlington. Although… I don’t have a job anymore, and I don’t really have an apartment either. It’s Peter’s condo, and he covered most of the costs. I could have never afforded it on my own. I still have my friends though…
Speaking of my friends, I check my phone, and I’m bombarded by messages. When it rains, it pours.
Corrie’s message is the first one I jump to.
Jacob is recovering well. As soon as he’s well enough, I’m giving him a piece of my mind. That bike of his is so stupid! Seriously, can you say mid-life crisis? How’s camping? Did you and hottie get inappropriate? Tell me you did!
I laugh and tap away.
Glad to hear Jacob is better… I was worried. FYI, Blake and I have been nothing but responsible. Lol!
I don’t bother telling her about the flirting, the kiss, and the little rendezvous in the dark. She just would never let it go. She’s always digging for dirt.
I eagerly read the next message. This one is from Kayla.
Hey, lovely! How are you enjoying being back home? I know you’re surrounded by family, but don’t forget to take time for yourself, and time to enjoy the fresh air and the beauty surrounding you. Love, xoxo
And then, a message from Gabbie, whom I haven’t heard from in forever.
Hey girl, How’s life back home? I heard you were camping. Eli and I and the kids are thinking of going camping next summer. You’ll have to give me some tips. Cheers!
Yay! A message from Tim.
Hey Sis,
You come home and you don’t bother to visit your little brother?! Wtf? You run off camping without saying hello? I forgive you… call me!
There’s also a message from Marilyn, who surprisingly hasn’t messaged me yet.
How are the kids? Can’t wait to see you all. Got a lot done here. Thank you!!! <3
And finally, a message from Momma.
You better get your little tush over here by tonight, and bring me back my grandbabies. We’re making molasses cookies tomorrow. :)
I’m happy as a kid on Easter morning. Molasses cookies are my favorite, and I used to love baking them and offering them as gifts to my friends. Blake used to love my molasses cookies.
I smile over at him. He shoots me a tight grin.
This weekend wasn’t so bad, after all.
