Corbin’s face blushes, and Jax bursts out laughing. The conversation shifts after that, and I lean back against Jax, reveling in the feel of his body against mine.
***
When I open my door, I almost collapse to my chair. It’s almost seven, and I’m home. Yay!
And Jax will be here in about thirty minutes or so, which is a bigger win. We’re finally turning into a normal couple who actually get to see each other for more than a couple of stolen hours a day. Although texting and talking to Jax is my favorite part of the day when we can’t be face-to-face.
Something thumps from inside my bedroom, and I stiffen, listening for another sound. It wouldn’t be the first time I heard phantom sounds in my apartment and freaked out for no reason.
Another thump sounds out, and I ease back toward the door.
“Jax?” I call, seriously hoping he answers.
“No, it’s me,” Bora calls back, and I sag in relief.
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Then I tense for a whole new reason. As pathetic as it makes me sound, I’m not ready to be in the same room as my boyfriend—if that’s what he is—and my sister.
Jax still hasn’t mentioned a “label,” which I’ll admit makes me a little insecure.
“What are you doing here?” I ask her, gearing up to push her out the door if she’s planning to stick around.
I walk toward the bedroom, and she answers just as I step inside… the disaster zone.
“Looking for those red boots you have,” she says while tossing another pair of shoes out. “I need to come check out your closet more often. You’ve gotten a lot of good clothes.”
I want to kill her right now.
My room looks like Tom and Jerry had a chase in here, and then that dog—never can remember his name—jumped in on the fun and obliterated anything left standing. That “c” word springs to mind, and I will my lips to call her that name.
Nothing comes out.
Jax will be here soon, and my room is destroyed. The Tasmanian Devil is still spinning like a cyclone around my room, rummaging through my things without a care.
“Oh,” she says, looking back at me while tossing another shoe out. “What’s up with the tampon bouquet over there?” she asks, confusing me.
I cut my eyes toward my dresser, and yes… There really is a tampon bouquet. My eyebrows go up, and I go to examine the intricate sticks of tampons that have been stuck to metal rods and hanging out of a red vase. It’s not pretty. At all.
“What’s up with that?” she asks again, but I start laughing, losing all the anger that hit me when I walked in and caught her obliterating my room.
Ignoring her, I pull out my phone, and try not to laugh again when I send Jax a text.
ME: First tampon bouquet I’ve ever gotten.
Immediately, my phone dings with a text.
JAX: Dropped them off on my lunch break. It’s your fake period anniversary. :p
I snicker while rolling my eyes, just as someone knocks on the front door.
“Damn it,” Bora hisses, but I’m busy feeling knots ball up in my stomach. He’s here? Already?
“Will you answer that? It’s Dick. He’s picking me up here since I was struggling to find those damn boots.”
She pulls on one of my boots, and I roll my eyes.
“You really should clean out that closet,” she adds, but it doesn’t bother me, because Jax has made me smile. Absolutely nothing can sour my mood right now.