MACEY
Samantha left my place as early as she could the next morning, thanks to my brother’s inability to chill for even a few hours. Mason texted her he was waiting outside, like she was sneaking out of a college dorm instead of my apartment. I hugged her tight, soaking up every second before she slipped away.
“Text me when you get home,” I called, and she waved from the hall like the sweet mom friend she was.
The second the door closed, I didn’t even bother going back to bed. I had work by nine, and my mind was already buzzing.
I showered long enough to steam up the entire bathroom, layered scents until I smelled like a bakery, and sprayed an inhumane amount of perfume while giggling like a schoolgirl. Pathetic. Completely, hopelessly pathetic. But I didn’t care. I looked good. I f
