“Holy shit, Cheyenne.”
I shrugged. A third sip. This was so good. “It is what it is.”
“So, me sending Chad away—”
“Probably for the best, because you’re right. He would’ve taken pictures of his neck or called someone, and they would’ve wanted to know what happened, and I’d be arrested. Not good.”
“You agree I was right to send him away?”
“You were right, and being smart, and …” Damn. He did that for me. I was so in love with him that I was becoming mushy. My voice cut out as I said, “Only people who’ve ever done something like that for me have been Sasha and Melanie.”
His eyes held mine, darkening and softening. “Come here.”
I clambered over to him.
He swept up the coffee, placing it on the nightstand, and in the next second, I was airborne. I landed with him on top of me and his mouth was on mine, and this was the best way to turn my brain off.41CheyenneThere’d been talk of a group picnic. That obviously didn’t happen.
Instead, I headed home for some Zen time. I did a hemp facial mask, saged the crap out of my apartment (because that made sense to me), and did yoga with some meditation. Melanie came over ready for some yoga, too, so why not? I did another session, but yeah; the second round of yoga was hella hard. I was more into the meditation that round, and because it seemed to fit the theme, we hit Sasha’s afterwards.
Juna was happy to see Melanie happy. There was no upside down shimmy this time.
Cassie came later in the evening, but only to pick Melanie up. They headed off after a drink.
My phone buzzed later on.
Cut: How are you?
Me: Good. Surprisingly. At Sasha’s.
Cut: Girl time tonight?
I was down for how he didn’t seem to mind how much time I spent with my girls.
Me: Yeah. You?
Cut: I’ve got some business I can do, then head back to the arena tomorrow.
Sasha asked, “That your man?”
I gave her a look. It was more of a twisted-crooked grin.
She grunted. “Still weird to think of him like that?”
“We spent the day apart. Do I offer to go there? Do I ask him to come to my place? I don’t know how to do this.”
“You guys are new. Do you want to see him tonight?”
But my phone buzzed again.
Cut: Did you drive to Sasha’s?
Me: Yes.
Cut: Let me know when you’re leaving. I can follow you back to your place? Or do you want to stay at my place?
Even with ‘the Chad thing’ last night, I liked his place. It was peaceful.
Me: Yours, but I’ll be fine. If you’re worried about safety, I can get one of the guys to walk me to my car and I’ll head home, get a bag and head to your place.
Cut: You sure?
I liked that he was caring about me. I liked it a lot.
Me: Yes.
Cut: Text me when you’re leaving the club, tho.
Me: Will do. I’ll go in an hour, I think. I want to talk to Sasha a bit.
Cut: Have you told her what happened last night?
Me: Not yet.
Cut: Text if you need anything, okay? Chad didn’t open up about him and Sasha, so I don’t know what’s going on with them. I do know it bothered him to see her liking Hendrix.
Me: Good!
Sasha picked up her glass. It was brandy tonight and swirled it around before gesturing to me. “You seem happy, though.”
I nodded. “I am, which scares me.”
A soft chuckle from her. “I hear you.”
“Okay. We need to talk about The Chad.”
An instant sneer from her, but she was trying not to laugh. “Fucking Chad.”
“Fucking Chad.”
We both laughed, but then it was serious time.
She was eyeing me, as she sipped more of her brandy. “Why don’t I have a good hunch about this conversation?”
“Because… because you’re probably not going to enjoy it.”
She raised an eyebrow, but other than that, there was no reaction from her. Just a simple eyebrow raise, and another sip of her drink, and she was so cool. Like ice.
“What’s going on with you guys?” We had talked before about him. There’d been a three-hour phone call, but I needed the most updated update.
Her face shuddered now. It was brief and slight, but I saw it. She was putting up the guards, and I ached that she even had to do that.
“Sash.”
She clipped her head to the side. “No. Not for that asshole.” She drained her drink and shoved the empty glass to the end of the table. A beat later, it was swept up by one of her bouncers. Another one would be coming to replace it. It was the system she had down pat. A hard look came over her eyes, but she blinked, focused on me, and she softened. “Great sex. I thought I might’ve loved him, but he’s not the guy, Shy.”