Me: Sorry, I’m slammed with work.
Mom: Tell Cyrus you need a break.
Me: LOL! I’ll see what Reece can do.
The driver closed the trunk door, came around, and walked to the driver’s side, putting
the key in the ignition and driving off. We chatted on the way to the airport while I returned
messages back and forth with my mom.
I shrugged my shoulders, not caring if he was mad. Men did it all the time; we both knew
what we wanted, and no expectations were voiced by either of us beyond last night. I rubbed the
hickey again, thinking of how I’d need to double up on foundation to cover up, since I took after
my father, skin-tone-wise—a smooth hue of deep copper with warm reddish undertone. I needed
to make an appointment to get my hair braided this week and pinned up. I loved the p
