22
Larkin
“Maybe I should sleep at my place tonight,” Charlie says, naked and sprawled out flat on his back in my bed. He gets up with a groan, looking for his clothes.
I frown and raise myself up halfway. My nudity normally doesn’t bother me, but seeing him putting his boxer briefs on makes me reach for the sheet, pull it over myself.
“Again? It’s been a week since Helen was here. And we dropped Sarah off at Dale and Rosa’s house for the weekend. We have two whole days to ourselves. Why aren’t we enjoying it?”
He doesn’t answer right away. He pulls his jeans on. I wave a hand at him.
“Hello?” I ask, growing angry.
“Yeah, sorry,” he says, sitting down on the bed again. He leans over for a kiss, but I’m mad. I give him my cheek. “I just have to meet with an attorney on Monday…”
“It’
