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I’m rethinking my decision to come here tonight.

“I didn’t make it,” Lola says and sniffles past a tiny sob.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll clean it up. Let’s get you in the bathroom.”

It only takes a few seconds before the sour stench of vomit makes its way to me.

Don’t puke!I pinch my nose and breathe through my mouth.

Minutes later, Ozzy opens the closet doors. “She’s in the shower. I hate to do this but—”

“Don’t apologize.” I stumble, getting past the minefield of shoes, and he grabs my arms to help me. I take one look at the vomit outside his open bedroom door, and I cover my mouth and turn away.

“You don’t do vomit?” He chuckles.

I quickly shake my head while he hooks my bra, rights my shirt, and helps me put it over my head. Then he holds my pants while I step into them. Ozzy completely dresses me, including tying my shoes.

He’s a good man—the best.

“I’ll make this right. I promise.” He cups my face and kisses me, keeping my back to the doorway. Then he opens the window.

I stare at it for a second, shaking my head. “This is so messed up.”

He laces his hands behind his head and sighs. “I’m really sorry. And I have no flowers or notes for you.”

I grab the edge of the window and hike myself up while he grabs my hips to support me. “I think a messy life is a good one.” When I’m outside, I slide on my hoodie and zip it. “And the fact that not having flowers and a note for me bums you out, well, that puts you in an untouchable class of your own, Ozzy Laster.” I blow him a kiss. “Hope Lola feels better.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he says in defeat.

“Yep.” I can’t hide my chuckle or my headshake. “Good night.” I take a few steps and glance back as he shuts the window.

Anguish paints his face in sad lines.

I don’t know what we’re doing, where we’re going, or if there’s a real chance for us. But damn! I hope we can figure it out.

Chapter Eighteen

As promised, Ozzy texts me. More like he spams my phone with a slew of profusely apologetic messages and GIFs of wildflowers while I drink my coffee the following day.

Ozzy: If this is too much, I understand

Maren: It’s not

Ozzy: Lola’s feeling better and she wants to watch Bandit

Maren: Tonight?

Ozzy: You’re amazing

Maren: I know

Ozzy: God hates me

Maren: Lol he doesn’t

And then there’s my favorite:

Ozzy: I nearly got arrested for shoplifting condoms. It’s a long story. Just want you to know my level of dedication