Page 101 of Unrivaled Love
Atta boy
CROSBY
Booya?
DUNCAN
It's a think!
Thing.
CROSBY
I dunno dude.
What are you two up to?
DUNCAN
We're at my place playing cards.
You're together and fighting overtext?
DUNCAN
And?
CROSBY
I can say things via text I can't say face-to-face.
Plus I don't want to miss out on the convo. Pays is an unreliable narrator.
I can't believe how much I miss you idiots.
I gotta go, Jo is waking up and I'm going to get her a bed today.
DUNCAN
Booya!
CROSBY
Really?
Chuckling,Islidemyphone onto the floor, because Jo doesn't have night stands, and turn to smile at her. She rolled away at some point in the night but I felt her presence on my skin. There was an awareness Icouldn't turn off.
I slept well and woke up rolling over to accommodate my morning wood.
"Morning," she mumbles and I reach over to pull her to me. "Wait, wait, I gotta pee."
I laugh as she slides out of bed and walks to the bathroom. I stare up at her ceiling and envision the day ahead.
Warm, slow morning sex, breakfast, maybe a shower together, and then getting her some fucking furnishings.
I've seen guys over the years not put much effort into their apartments. And for us, traveling a third of the year, it makes sense, but Jo has one game a week. Half away, half here. She deserves a place where she can unwind. A place she can escape to after a long day or a bad game. And I want her to feel comfortable and surrounded by memories of me after I leave.
She steps out of the bathroom with her toothbrush between her lips. "Wha dowou wan fer brehfiss?"
