might have to work late.”
“On a Saturday?”
I kick my heels off. “Yeah. He’s been working late on weekends.”
“ Oh. How was dinner last night?”
I turn my back to her to take my purple blouse off and hurriedly yank on my white T-shirt. “Good.” Finn probably would say it was a disappointment. I gather my hair into a ponytail since I had again left it down, now feeling paranoid about Rod’s hair observation.
As I finish pulling up my hair, Morgan demands, “Hadley Beckett, did you fuck Finn Wilder?”
I snap my head up and quickly peer around us, stepping around the locker bank for eavesdroppers. “Shit , Morgan!” I irritably whisper.
She laughs. “ It’s not like you haven’t fucked him before. You are so easy. So, were you that easy last night?”
I glare at her and she laughs again. “No. He asked me to go home with him, but I said no.” I take my gray pants off and put on my black shorts.
She straddles the bench and I sit down next to her to change into my sneakers. “Was he mad?”
I contemplate that as I push my foot into my shoe. “Not mad , really. Frustrated with me, maybe. He doesn’t understand why I need time away from him. Sometimes it’s like he’s a hurricane and I’m a palm tree being whooshed around in his wake. Everything about him engulfs me and I can’t think straight. I want to make sure I know what I’m getting into before moving in with him and giving up things I want us to have. I’m going to make a last-ditch effort when I give him the ring, but I want to be sure that I can handle whatever happens after that.”
“Well, what about moving in with him then? Maybe you should hold off until after you propose, just in case. I mean, if you move in with him now and he says no to your ring, what then? Do you move back out? Do you stay? It might be awkward for you if you live with him and he says no. Wait until after my wedding. That way, if he says no and you still want to be with him,” she pauses to roll her eyes and frown, “then you can move in with him after you’ve had a chance to recover, and not while he’s in your face day in and day out in the same apartment.”
I nod. “That’s a good point. I don’t think he’ll like waiting, though.”
“ Jesus, Hadley. That’s all he has you doing for the things you want. Don’t tell him that’s what you’re doing. Just keep putting it off. My wedding is only weeks away. He can’t complain too much.”
I scoff, “Yes he can, but I agree with you. I’ll wait until after your wedding.”
As we walk to the locker room door, Morgan asks, “Where’d you go for dinner?”
“He actually got take-out and asked me to meet him at Chimborazo. We ate at the overlook and even slow danced.”
Actually sounding impressed, she prompts, “Really? I thought Wilder doesn’t dance?”
I inanely grin. “He asked me to. It was so romantic.”
We walk out to the main area and see Rod leaning against the wall. He’s actually wearing clothes that fit him this time. When he sees us, he impatiently pushes off the wall, and I notice he’s wearing an old TLC shirt.
Practically stomping his way over to us, he frowns. “What takes you damn hags so long? I already did three circuits on the weight machine while waiting for you.” Months ago, I would’ve doubted that. But after my recent run-ins with his strength, I think Rod indeed does lift weights.
Morgan sneers, “We care about our appearance, unlike some assholes.”
He scowls. “No amount of time in the bathroom is going to fix your kind of ugly.”
“Really? And why are you wearing this TLC shirt with the sleeves rolled up? Do you think you have guns to show off?” She shakes her head and laughs. “I doubt you even know what a weight machine looks like.”
Rod flexes his arm to prove his point. “Uh huh! See! I have muscles!” They’re not enormous, but I’m actually impressed. Either Rod hides them well or I’m that distracted.
Morgan blows
“On a Saturday?”
I kick my heels off. “Yeah. He’s been working late on weekends.”
“ Oh. How was dinner last night?”
I turn my back to her to take my purple blouse off and hurriedly yank on my white T-shirt. “Good.” Finn probably would say it was a disappointment. I gather my hair into a ponytail since I had again left it down, now feeling paranoid about Rod’s hair observation.
As I finish pulling up my hair, Morgan demands, “Hadley Beckett, did you fuck Finn Wilder?”
I snap my head up and quickly peer around us, stepping around the locker bank for eavesdroppers. “Shit , Morgan!” I irritably whisper.
She laughs. “ It’s not like you haven’t fucked him before. You are so easy. So, were you that easy last night?”
I glare at her and she laughs again. “No. He asked me to go home with him, but I said no.” I take my gray pants off and put on my black shorts.
She straddles the bench and I sit down next to her to change into my sneakers. “Was he mad?”
I contemplate that as I push my foot into my shoe. “Not mad , really. Frustrated with me, maybe. He doesn’t understand why I need time away from him. Sometimes it’s like he’s a hurricane and I’m a palm tree being whooshed around in his wake. Everything about him engulfs me and I can’t think straight. I want to make sure I know what I’m getting into before moving in with him and giving up things I want us to have. I’m going to make a last-ditch effort when I give him the ring, but I want to be sure that I can handle whatever happens after that.”
“Well, what about moving in with him then? Maybe you should hold off until after you propose, just in case. I mean, if you move in with him now and he says no to your ring, what then? Do you move back out? Do you stay? It might be awkward for you if you live with him and he says no. Wait until after my wedding. That way, if he says no and you still want to be with him,” she pauses to roll her eyes and frown, “then you can move in with him after you’ve had a chance to recover, and not while he’s in your face day in and day out in the same apartment.”
I nod. “That’s a good point. I don’t think he’ll like waiting, though.”
“ Jesus, Hadley. That’s all he has you doing for the things you want. Don’t tell him that’s what you’re doing. Just keep putting it off. My wedding is only weeks away. He can’t complain too much.”
I scoff, “Yes he can, but I agree with you. I’ll wait until after your wedding.”
As we walk to the locker room door, Morgan asks, “Where’d you go for dinner?”
“He actually got take-out and asked me to meet him at Chimborazo. We ate at the overlook and even slow danced.”
Actually sounding impressed, she prompts, “Really? I thought Wilder doesn’t dance?”
I inanely grin. “He asked me to. It was so romantic.”
We walk out to the main area and see Rod leaning against the wall. He’s actually wearing clothes that fit him this time. When he sees us, he impatiently pushes off the wall, and I notice he’s wearing an old TLC shirt.
Practically stomping his way over to us, he frowns. “What takes you damn hags so long? I already did three circuits on the weight machine while waiting for you.” Months ago, I would’ve doubted that. But after my recent run-ins with his strength, I think Rod indeed does lift weights.
Morgan sneers, “We care about our appearance, unlike some assholes.”
He scowls. “No amount of time in the bathroom is going to fix your kind of ugly.”
“Really? And why are you wearing this TLC shirt with the sleeves rolled up? Do you think you have guns to show off?” She shakes her head and laughs. “I doubt you even know what a weight machine looks like.”
Rod flexes his arm to prove his point. “Uh huh! See! I have muscles!” They’re not enormous, but I’m actually impressed. Either Rod hides them well or I’m that distracted.
Morgan blows
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