Page 48 of The Wrong Sister

griffin

The last two weeks have been so busy, I’ve barely talked to Mina, let alone seen her. We’ve had to make do with sporadic texts which feels like a sudden, screeching halt after so quickly falling into being a couple. Instead of showering and daydreaming about her or doing something fun, I spend my Saturday working—from home, thankfully, but working all the same. My caseload is pretty heavy right now and I can’t spare the time. My eyes are beginning to feel glassy and my back is protesting the hours spent hunched over my table when my phone alerts me to a text.

Mina: Whatcha up to stud?

Me: Dying a slow death via weekend work

Mina:weekend work death, how sexy [winking gif]

Mina: what are you wearing right now?

I shake my head, chuckling. I wonder if this is normal behavior with guys she’s dating or if she’s only this way with me because we’ve known each other most of our lives? I enjoy her sometimes off-beat sense of humor. Mina can be an acquired taste. I lean into the joke, snapping a selfie of me sitting at my table in boxers.

Mina: Shit! This joke did not go the way I planned

Mina: Why are you working without clothes on??

Me: I was hot. And this is comfortable

Mina: Well now I’m decidedly uncomfortable

Me: I could help you with that. If you come over. Me coming to you means I’ll have to put on clothes…

Me: I have a feeling you could persuade me to stop working

Mina: Oh, I want you to work, sir

Me: And now I’m uncomfortable

Mina: I have just the thing for that. Hold, please

I’m looking at my phone, my entire body pulsing with excitement when there’s a knock on my door. That was fast. I open it and Mina is standing there, looking flushed with a big purse at her feet.

“What are you wearing?” I laugh, taking her in.

She frowns, blowing a strand of hair away from her face. “I wanted to do the whole sexy trench coat thing but we live in fucking Hawai‘i and I don’t own a coat anymore! This hoodie is all I could find. I think it might be Rafferty’s actually…”

She’s fucking adorable. The oversized hoodie is hanging down to her knees and the sleeves are bunched up on her arms. I suppose it’s probably not that comically large on a normal-sized person. It’s no wonder she’s drowning in Rafferty’s sweatshirt. She’s looking down at her legs, chewing on her lip.

“Dammit. I wanted this to be a whole thing, but I look ridiculous!”

“You’re adorable, Mina.”

“Fuck that! I wasn’t going for adorable. I wanted to be the sexy woman, naked under her sophisticated trench coat!”

“Wait, you’re naked under there?”

She grins at me, regaining some of her confidence and I grab her, hauling her inside.

“Griff! My bag!”

I turn slightly, kicking it inside before shutting the door behind us.

“I think naked under an oversized hoodie could be as iconic as the trench coat thing. Easily.”

“Could we get to the reveal part, quickly? I’m melting under here!”

I laugh loudly and she bites her lip, looking uncharacteristically unsure of herself.

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