CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE : Virginity and Other Disasters
~Zella's POV~
I woke up to Brynn sitting on the edge of my bed holding a bag.
Not knocking. Not calling my name from the door. Just, sitting there, waiting, in the specific way she had been sitting and waiting since we were seventeen when patience wasn't her strong suit but for the people she loved she managed it.
"You're back," I said into the pillow.
"I got back at two. You were already asleep." She put the bag on the duvet in front of me. "I didn't want to wake you."
I pushed myself up. Looked at the bag. Then at her face, bright, pleased with herself, the expression she wore when she had done something she was proud of.
"What is that," I said.
"A gift."
"Brynn..."
"Congratulations on the new job." She pushed the bag closer.
