“I’ll loan you a shirt and boxers,” Sticks says, grinning as he walks toward me.
“That would be great,” I say in slight relief, though I’ll still technically be in underwear.
At least it won’t be my underwear.
I blame the confusing night for heeding Harley’s advice for going bold. Maybe next time I’ll be less bold, and not take off my dress.
Sticks disappears into the house as the cabs pull up to the back, waiting on the fighting girls to be escorted out. I glance over the railing as Base starts trying to put Trixie in the back seat of the cab.
She abruptly slings her arms around his neck and tugs him down for a somewhat painful-looking kiss.
That feeling from earlier is back. I think now I’m positive it’s jealousy. It’s not fun. It’s also very inappropriate to feel after simply sharing one casual kiss with him.
This fresh conflict is extremely unexpected.
I never expected to be a jealous person.
He makes some sound as he starts pushing her back, but she jumps up and wraps her legs around his waist. I look away, unable to stomach that. I’m imposing at this point by continuing to stare.
I am really, really ready to go now.
“Here you go,” Sticks says, startling me with a white t-shirt and a pair of boxers as I turn my back on the scene.
“Thanks,” I mutter, gratefully accepting the clothes, and then I walk down the stairs, pulling the shirt on as I go.
Told you: the human element always messes up the plans my head had.