Lucie & Matteo | WRU series | Book 2
I have loved and I have lost
Pain touched my skin like a shadow
Wrapped itself around my chest
And slowly nestled itself inside my heart
It's the shadow that knows best
Because I have loved and I have lost
You b...
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I'm walking up the stairs to my apartment, scrolling through my messages as I mentally prepare myself to disclose everything to my friends.
August -@Luus spill the tea
Brooke- WE WANT DETAILS
August- Did he sleep over because I bumped into him this morning??
Brooke - Don't tell me he was a dick and left once he was done
Brooke - I'll chop off his dick, I swear
August - I'll give you an alibi
Brooke - @Luus??
Me - He didn't sleep over but there is no need for violence. Cake and coffee at 4?
Brooke - WHERE ARE THE DETAILS
Brooke -WHAT HAPPENED????
August - @Luus 4 is perfect! Col and I are making brownies right now so no need to go to the bakery
Me - Okay! :))
Brooke - 4 is good
Brooke - BUT GIVE ME SOMETHING TO WORK WITH
Brooke - LUCIE BENNET
I thought about answering. I even started typing the beginning of the story, but I didn't know how to give her any details without revealing what must be one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.
And I wasn't even awake for it.
I wasn't. Even. Awake.
My whole body halts when the realization hits me in which state he found me. Asleep. On the kitchen island.
For the millionth time today, my whole body heats with embarrassment because I'm not a pretty sleeper. I fall asleep in the weirdest positions with my mouth hanging open. In addition to that, I snore. I know because we had a family argument about the sound of my snore. According to my little brother, I snore like a trucker, but my dad describes it as a purring cat.
Either way, I should probably apologize again tonight for him having to deal with the sleepy monster inside of me. Maybe I should buy him flowers as an apology in addition to my other apologies. I should give him a vase too, then. In case he doesn't have one.
Lost in thought about all the different ways to say 'I'm sorry', I put my keys into the lock of my front door. I haven't even opened the door yet and I already hear Brooke announcing my arrival.
"AUGUST!!"
The second I step inside, Brooke looks up from the couch and pins me to the spot with her piercing eyes. "You." She points at me with the nail polish brush she's painting her toenails black with. "Sit down," she orders before screaming August's name again.
