Page 18 of Because of You
Molly
Your fabulous boobs that I wish were my own make it hard for you to fit into anything in my closet. But I thought you might say that, so for you, my most favorite women in all the land, I have arranged a treat.
Emma
Oh no.
Julie
I love you Mol, but I don’t love a surprise.
Me
Bring it sister.
Molly
Hallie is my favorite today. The rest of you can suck it up and be at Gallery at 3.
Gallery is a super fancy boutique in Shadyside owned by a friend Molly made in a design class she took one semester for fun a few years ago. I don’t know what Molly has planned, but whatever it is, it is going to be fancy, expensive, and fun. Exactly what I need. I get off the couch and go to my bedroom to showerand change before I meet the girls. Just as I’m stripping off my sweatshirt, my phone beeps again.
Ben
How’s it going Hallie girl? Haven’t talked to you since Maya’s hearing.
Me
All good. We fought your psychotic sister for the weekend off, so I’ve been in couch mode all day.
My psychotic sister, otherwise known as your best friend?
When she’s insisting we work all weekend, you can claim her.
So is she tied up in a closet or something? How did you convince her to let you take the weekend?
Molly threatened to destroy her spreadsheets and then Emma did her spooky Julie-whisperer thing and convinced her.
I really have no clue how she does that.
I don’t know either. She’s magic.
So what’s your book choice of the day? Are we in a sports mood? Or maybe a good old only one bed situation?
I’ve been feeling more road-trippy. A+ knowledge of romance tropes by the way.
Seriously, who knew that Ben knew so much about reading romance? Not I, that’s for sure.
Ben
I have to, to keep up with your breakneck reading speed. Anyway, there really is something to the happy ever after, you know?
Is Ben reading my books? My brain scrambles and my body flushes hot, thinking of him reading some of the scenes that currently live in my e-reader and rent free inside my head. It’s a weird fucking reaction, but I suddenly have an intense desire to know.
Me
I mean, I know, but how do you know? Are you reading my books Benji Boy?
Benji Boy? Where did that come from? That seems uncomfortably close to…flirting? Shit. Is he going to think I’m flirting with him?
