“Come in,” I call out, not wanting to get out of bed.
The door opens, and I recognize one of the staff.
“Brody sent you breakfast in bed,” she says with a smile. I return her sentiment as she places a tray on the bed, adding, “Enjoy,” before she lets herself out.
I’m beaming as I type back quickly.
Me: Brody’s setting the bar high. You others are slacking.
Me: PS is my homework to eat myself into a coma? Because, okay.
The moment I send the text, three photos populate. I wish I weren’t mid-bacon-bite because I almost choke.
Staring back at me in full disclosure are three photos of the boys, all nude from the waist down.
“Oh. Mygawd.”
My face is the depiction of my words because I just got my very first dick pics.
Hell yeah.
I don’t even know what to type. Not that I plan to text anything. Because my head’s already shifting around the room as if I’m about to get caught doing something I shouldn’t. The smile on my face beams before I tap the first photo and zoom in.
“Hello, Brooks.”
But I’m usurped because more messages come in.
Brody: For your “pretty” regular dick memory bank.
Brooks: You can favorite mine. I won’t tell.
Wells: You already zoomed in, didn’t you? Perv.
Brody: Your homework is to study what’s coming your way tonight.
My fingers lift to my lips as Wells texts again.
Wells: And slacking? Okay.
What does that mean? What do they have planned? I don’t know, but I already like it.
I switch over to the Gang-Banger Sisters and hit FaceTime. Everyone answers within seconds, all with smiles on their faces.
“Girls, you’re gonna need to buckle in, because the tale I have to tell starts with me asking them to show me how to give a blow job and ends with breakfast in bed, accompanied by dick pics.”
Eleanor laughs from the passenger seat of a car. “This is my new favorite podcast.”
“I can’t say it enough. I’m loving this journey for you,” Millie agrees as she floats on something pink in a pool.
My sister answers from where she teaches yoga outside. She’s seated on her mat, clearly teaching, because she points and taps the AirPod in her ear.
And Samantha’s in an office, but there’s a man in a perfectly fitted suit a few feet behind her who everyone looks nervous to hand paperwork to. “But did you come? That’s what we all want to know.”
I take back every complaint about my sister’s big mouth. It’s very convenient for everyone to always be kept up to date on the details of my life.
The suit behind Samantha smirks before Eleanor and Millie yell, “Cole, get out.”
Samantha laughs before he winks at her and leaves.
