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"You're getting around better," I say with a small smile, gulping water. "But wait. Why're you dressed?" I ask, taking in the loose jeans and white blouse, even her shoe that is slipped on.
She flashes me a beaming smile, slowly sliding forward. "It's a good day. Korrine and I are going out for lunch after she takes me to my doctor's appointment. They're going to see how my ankle is healing, and I think I’m getting a bladder infection," she says, making her way toward me. "How are you feeling? My poor baby," she mumbles, running a trembling finger along my jawline. "I can't believe someone did this to you." She shakes her head. "I always knew Booker's place was dangerous."
I take a deep breath, ignoring her last comment. As a whole, Central City is rough, but we've always made it. Booker's place is definitely not in the best area, but it's what I've had to do to contribute to our financial situation. If it weren't for me, we would have frozen over many winters and not had the extra cash for food.
"I'm okay. It hurts, but I'll survive," I say, blowing her off with a shrug, causing her to drop a hand with a frown.
"You're not working, right?" she asks, raising a brow as a knock sounds on the door, followed by Korrine's voice.
"I'm here for ya, Stella. Car is warming up," she shouts through the door.
"Gimme just a sec!" Ma shouts with a head shake.
I snort into my glass of water, swallowing more and soothing the constant burning in my throat. "No. Booker informed me I'm off for a month until my face heals."
Internally, I groan at the sedentary life I'll be living. Sure, I'll still have schoolwork and online classes to attend, but I'm sitting still without my work. And that's not me. I've held a job since I was fifteen, and to do nothing is messing me up. Fuck. At least I'll have Whispered Words to keep me company and busy with their schedule coming up. They'll press submit on their application tonight, and then we'll cross our fingers.
"Good," she says, kissing my cheek. "Those boys still here?" My face heats when a knowing grin plasters on her face."They're sweet. I like them. But now, I have to go, baby. Be good today, okay?" she mumbles, kissing my cheek.
Opening the door for her, I put my hand on her forearm and help her get over the lip of the door frame.
"Bye! Be good," I say, waving them off as they head to Korrine's bright red Lincoln and take off down the road.
Blowing out a breath, I head back into the bedroom, stopping short
"What the hell are you doing?" I ask, wrinkling my nose.
I half expected the idiots to be asleep still, not rifling through my panty drawer.
"Listen, Pretty Girl! I woke up stroking Callum's…"
"Rad," Callum hisses, shaking his head with red tinting his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. He quickly covers his face with his hands and groans.
"His leg! His damn leg! But it should have been you, Pretty Girl. Then I felt hair where hair shouldn't have been, and I freaked. I might have smacked him…."
"In my-my dick." Callum frowns, holding a hand over his boxers. "You punched my dick."
"But it was a sexy dick punch, right?" Rad beams, looking between the two of our fallen faces. "Right. There's no such thing as a sexy dick punch." He shrugs, continuing to paw through my damn panty drawer like it's normal.
"What exactly are you doing?" I ask again, earning a wave in my direction. "The fuck?" I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose despite the pain.
Humming a wild tune under his breath, he finally finds a tiny pink thong and holds it up in the air in victory.
"Ah, look! Your panties are Simba, Pretty Girl. Welcome to the winning circle of life! You're going to win me a race." He bobs his head, shoving the tiny panties into his pocket, and shuts the drawer with a thud.
Standing before me, Rad buttons the top of his distressed jeans and grins more, taking me in with lustful eyes. I groan, shaking my head, too damn tired to deal with his crazy ass. By the gleaming look on his face and his delicious shirtless chest, I know exactly where he's headed.
"You've got a race?" I surmise, stepping up to Callum, who rests on the edge of my bed in his cute Batman boxers. His golden skin glows in the late morning sun beaming through the opened curtains.
"Your-your pills," he says, opening his hand and revealing two tiny pills. One from pain and one a preventative antibiotic in case of infection.
"Thank you." Throwing my head back, I wash the pills with the rest of the cold water and hum as they go down my throat. In thirty minutes or less, the pain will evaporate, and I'll be free for another four hours.
"Yes, Pretty Girl! It's a huge race. Some fools from up north are coming down and entering the race. Can you believe it? Someone thinks they can beat the speedy Rad," he scoffs, rolling his eyes and thumping his chest. "But I'm the best, baby! No losing for me. And now that I have your pretty girl panties in my pocket, I'm sure going to cross that finish line a thousand dollars richer." He nods a few times, so damn sure of himself.
"The horror," I mumble, groaning when I climb back into bed and cover my face with my hands. I don't want to see the sun or the outside for another five days.
Rad huffs and heavy footsteps march toward the bed with intent.
