Page 6 of Wish I Might
“Regular sex makes you mean,” Bailey complained.
Chloe looked smug.“That’s not what it makes me.”
“Please don’t tell us what it makes you,” Gwen begged.
“Spoilsport,” Bailey accused.
“I was going to say it makes me happy,” Chloe said loftily.
“Well, this conversation is boring,” Bailey decided.
“Then liven it up,” Chloe suggested, and nudged Bailey’s leg with her foot.“Tell us your birthday wish.”
“My cake isn’t here yet,” Bailey protested.
“So?”
“So, I want cake with my wish,” Bailey said stubbornly.
Gwen picked the remote up off the bed.“We’ll watchClass Action Parkwhile we wait.”
Both Bailey and Chloe groaned.
They were twenty minutes into the documentary—and Bailey had to admit it was entertaining—when a trio of chimes rang out.
“Thank God, food,” Chloe said fervently.
Gwen paused the screen.“That was fast.It took a lot longer last time.”
“It was New Year’s Eve last time,” Bailey pointed out.“Not a random Tuesday in June.They’re probably a little less busy tonight.”
“Oh.Good point.”
Chloe snatched the remote out of Gwen’s hand and shut off the TV.“Go get the food.”
“Why me?”Gwen demanded.
“Because my brain is too numb from this documentary to work, and it’s your fault.”
“Excuse me for trying to introduce a little fucking culture,” Gwen grumbled and rolled off the bed.
“I thought it was kind of interesting,” Bailey whispered as Gwen stomped out.
“Me too, but don’t tell her that,” Chloe whispered back.
Bailey snorted out a laugh.“How are we going to watch the rest of it without her saying ‘I told you so’?”
Chloe wrinkled her brow in thought.“Wait until she falls asleep?”
“And maybe get her a little drunk, so she sleeps nice and hard.”
“Good call,” Chloe said and held out her fist for a bump.
“Hey!Get out here!”Gwen hollered from the living room.
“Why?”Bailey shouted back.
“Because I’m not carrying all this shit for your lazy asses!”
