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𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺
THE FLIRTING WAS SO SUBTLE, but so there. Or maybe it wasn't? It'd been a week and the short interaction remained in the forefront of her mind.
There was this feeling in the pit of her stomach, it told her there was something there. An underlying inkling that their small interactions held more weight than anyone realised.
Call it intuition. She was good at knowing when somebody wants her.
Eden's phone buzzed once beside her head, she let it under the assumption it wasn't anything important. It buzzed four more times before she lifted her head from her pillow to inspect.
She didn't need to be a detective to know who was blowing up her phone, her best friend, probably on a rant about whatever thought crossed her mind on this fine morning. Or afternoon? LA is nineteen hours behind NZ, which meant morning.
Her phone was thrown somewhere across her own bed as she rolled onto her side, curling into her pillow. Eden was not a morning person. She hated hearing her brothers walk past her room, the slam and stomps of the men in search of food. Even more, she hated being spoken to.
"I booked the studio for ten-thirty. House tour at twelve. And I was thinking we could hit the beach? Could use the swim."
"Ten-thirty?" Eden groaned, burying herself in her sheets. "We know better than this—"
