“You fell asleep on the toilet.”
She slurred something that I couldn’t make out and haphazardly swatted at the air.
My frustration grew by the second. How much did she freaking have to drink? We only had a few glasses of wine through the extended date, but I didn’t think it was enough to comatose her.
For fuck’s sake.What was with online women? I paced around the bathroom, debating on leaving her as she was or moving her. Either way, none of it was good, but at least if she woke up here alone, I’d be clear.
I snuck out of the bathroom and crept around her place. The rest of her condo matched her room. Messy. No art on the walls; boxes lined the far wall with various items scattered about. Giving up, I tore off a small piece of cardboard from a box and scribbled a note. Just as I was about to leave, I saw a throw pillow on the couch.Maybe I should put one on the floor in case she toppled off.Once I laid a couple of them on the floor, I crept out of the place.
Wait until the guys hear about this.
CHAPTER 4
APRIL
I will not cry. I will not cry. He broke up with me in a club on my birthday! I will not cry!
“Ow. Jesus. April. I think you popped a joint.” Josh grimaced.
I paused with my hands dug deeply into Josh’s right knee, which I had been rotating. He sucked in a deep breath, letting me know it was too much. Instantly, I eased off.
“Err. Sorry, Josh.”
“You’re giving me theyou’re an assholespecial,” he said, rubbing his knee. “I thought you’d be in a better mood after your birthday.”
I winced. The team had known it was my birthday and had gotten me flowers. When Josh asked what I was doing for the big day, I’d panicked and said Wes was throwing a little thing for me. Except, Wes didn’t plan a party. He’d barely wanted to do anything. I’d practically begged him to come out, even for a short while, but I couldn’t bring myself to say that. So, I fibbed a little to make it seem like he was a decent guy. Joke was on me, right?
“Was it a crappy night?” he trailed off. “I checked yoursocials, but noticed there was only photos of you and your roomie.”
My socials? Josh checked them? Since when and why?I wracked my brain to recall if anything embarrassing was on them. Somehow, the thought of Josh checking up on me made my heart tick and it was making me nervous.
The memory of my birthday night came in sharp. Things had happened so fast I hadn’t taken a pic. Thinking back, I didn’t think there was a single photo of us at all. Just another reason he was a shitty boyfriend.But was he even a boyfriend, or was he a glorified fuck friend?I sighed, thinking about how hard I’d tried to sell it to myself. Even gloating to my sister and confirming that I was bringing a date to the party. And now, I was going to have to eat my words.
Tears welled behind my eyelids. Before I could stop myself, I sniffled. Josh perched on his elbows, his torso crunching to show off his ridiculous eight-pack. Like, who had an eight-pack?This guy and, for the record, his ego was just as ridiculous.
Josh squinted at me, studying my face. “What is happening over there?”
Quickly, I fluttered my eyelids in an attempt to stop the tears from falling. “Nothing. Just lotion in my eye.”
“Bullshit. You didn't use lotion this time.”
Damnit. I was too distracted to remember that he liked it when I used the moisturizer and that wasn’t helping.
“Nothing. Sorry about the knee,” I muttered, trying to refocus and shift to his left knee, reminding myself to be careful. He was still nursing a twist from when he stole third base during the last game.
“You gonna spill it or am I gonna get the rest of the crew in here?”
I waved him off. “Let it go.”
He sat up and swung his legs over the table. “Hey, Kev!”
I slammed my hand over his mouth so fast, I knocked him backward.
“Ow!” he mumbled through my fingers.
“Alright, alright. Stop. I don't need a public broadcast,” I said, releasing my hand from his mouth. He must’ve sensed my unease, because Josh waved his hand to encourage me to share my story. “We broke up.”
His mouth gaped, eyes wide. “What? When?”
