Holmes:Like . . . they were both naked?
Posey:NO! Taters was naked. I was respectful enough to put on underwears.
Taters:I was about to put on my briefs. Also, only a child calls it underwears, you nitwit.
Posey:Do you really want to call me names after what we went through together . . .
Pacey:It seems like there’s meaning behind those ellipses.
Hornsby:There was meaning throbbing between the two of them on the ground.
Taters:Fuck off, there was no throbbing.
Posey:The eggplants beg to differ.
Pacey:What eggplants? Your eggplants?
Holmes:I’m really fucking confused.
Hornsby:I believe they were in the midst of a sexual tryst.
Taters:For the love of God.
Posey:HA! Taters wishes. He couldn’t handle me.
Hornsby:Seems like he handled you just fine . . . owning you with his penis on your knee.
Posey:I will admit to the group, I thought his penis felt nice. Honestly, it’s made me look at bologna in a different light.
Holmes:I can usually handle these text chains, but sorry, I’m out.
Pacey:Levi, I think you need help.
Hornsby:I keep hearing skin slapping together.
Taters:There was no fucking slapping!
Posey:Why do I hear it too?
Taters:That’s it. I’m out too.
I set my phone down and leave it on my nightstand as I exit my bedroom.
Sauna, that’s what I need. I need the fucking sauna to clear my mind.
I glance through the window on the gym door, and when I see that Ollie isn’t there, I heave a sigh of relief. Looks like oye, my dick really did scare her off. Pleased and also humiliated, I walk into the gym and head straight for the sauna, where I turn it on. I consider removing my towel but then think better of it, just in case Ollie shows up.
I take a seat and stretch my arms across the upper bench as the heat starts to seep into my skin.
This is exactly what I needed.
I shut my eyes, let out a deep breath, and then sink into my seat just as the door opens.
Fuck . . .
“Funny finding you here,” Ollie says.
I slowly open my eyes and see her standing in front of me, a fresh soap smell coming off her, wrapped in a towel.