Page 55 of Mistaken Identity
“Wow, this is a mess,” I murmured.
He laughed. “So juicy. Try it.”
I picked up a piece and popped it into my mouth and…
“Holy wow,” I breathed as I licked my lips. “This is amazing.”
“Eat more,” he suggested.
So I did, eating every last piece.
“Wow,” I breathed. “That was the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“Pineapple from home makes the roof of my mouth hurt after a while. Pineapple from Hawaii is just different. It tastes ten times better, and I’m telling you, I could eat it for every meal and be perfectly content.”
We talked some more as I cleaned up the mess I’d made, making sure the kitchen was utterly spotless.
I then went to work breaking down the boxes and throwing away the packaging that held the fruit safe.
Only when I was done did I say, “Okay, I think that I’m about to pass out. I’m going to sleep on the couch until…”
“Take my room. It has clean sheets. I just changed them before I left,” he suggested.
The thought of sleeping in his room felt like a warm hug.
“Okay,” I breathed. “Which one is yours?”
He chuckled. “I think you’ll figure it out.”
After we hung up, I was too curious to go see the room he knew I’d know was his.
The first one I pushed into was a room that I knew definitely wasn’t his based solely on the fact that the entire thing was filled with surfboards.
I closed that door and moved to the next one, grinning manically when I went inside.
This one was his.
All the half-naked women on beer posters was totally him in his youth.
I remembered going into his room often and seeing them plastered all over his wall.
I pulled out my phone and sent one single text.
Me:
LOL
Audric:
I was a horny teen. What can I say?
I plugged my phone in using his charger, then fell into his bed moments later after I’d stripped out of my clothes and brushed my teeth.
I set my alarm, then closed my eyes.
All the while I lay there, waiting for sleep to claim me, I wondered how in the hell I’d let Jordie Goodwin take this from me, too.
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