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And that's enough.
14
EVERLY
I wake up to a text from Rush.
Rush: Morning. You good?
I smile at my phone and type back.
Me: Yeah, you?
Rush: Yeah. Clubhouse tonight?
Me: Sure. Pick me up?
Rush: Always.
I set my phone down and stretch. The sheets smell like him and I'm not complaining.
He stayed last night. We didn't have sex but we were close, tangled together until he left around midnight.
And he texted me this morning like it's normal, like we do this all the time.
That means something.
I get up and shower, get ready for the lab.
Maya's going to have questions and I'm going to deflect most of them because I'm not ready to dissect this yet.
I just want to enjoy it.
The lab is quiet when I arrive. It's early and most people aren't in yet.
Maya's already at her station and she sees me walk in.
"Well, well, well," she says with a grin. "Look who finally showed up."
"I'm not late."
"No, but you've been MIA. Canceling on me, ignoring my texts—very suspicious behavior."
"I've been busy."
"With Rush?"
"Maybe."
She laughs. "Oh my God, you're sleeping with him."
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to. Your face said it. How was it?"
"I'm not discussing this."
"That good, huh?"
