Thirty-One
Trixie
I felt numb.
First hearing about Papi’s advice to Wes, and then learning from Emma that Crush was currently in the hospital having just had his stomach pumped, and she attributed his downward spiral to my article … well, not even smoky eyes and a red lip could make me bounce back.
I told Wes I wanted to go to my place.
Not only because I needed to be home after the craziness of the night, but because I knew how things were going to go between us, and I’d rather already be in my space when I broke it to him.
Being at his place would only complicate things further.
“How are you holding up?” he asked once we were seated in my living room.
Steak night must have morphed into something more because Starla and Jude still weren’t home.
“A little shaken up, actually,” I a
