Chapter Twenty-Four
Josh rolled the suitcases in and gently closed the door; as I paced the small room, my hands squeezed up in tight fists. “Ohhh, she infuriates me,” I said in a loud whisper through clenched teeth. Josh plopped down on the bed.
“I like it, forces you to cuddle with me,” he said, smiling ear to ear. I pointed at the tube TV on the dresser.
“I mean, what is this? Did she buy it at a garage sale? I feel like I’m in 1983 right now,” I ranted.
“I think it’s cozy,” he said, extending his arms up in the air towards me. “Aw, come here, my bougie little princess,” I crawled into the bed next to him and lay my head on his chest.
“It smells like moths,” I complained.
“How do you know what moths smell like?”
“I’m guessing like this,” I said as I ran my hand along the comforte
