Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
I continue my trek to my bedroom. The room came furnished, a godsend of help considering delivery people would hate me, and I really didn’t want to lug up a mattress or dresser to the top floor, that’s for sure. When I enter my bedroom, my bed looks like a cloud of dreams, and while I want nothing more than to faceplant, I can’t. Not yet. I’m a sweaty mess after going from my cleaning job to waitressing at Twisted Oak. Sweat, booze, and food really aren’t a good combination for a pleasant smell. How Matthew could be that close to me and not screw up his nose in revulsion, I have no idea.
“Oh,” I say to the empty room while kicking off my heels and placing my bag, which I use for clothes and shoes, on the floor. My purse goes on top of the dresser, where I always keep it. The group text is aptly named Leasie Geesies.
Mischa: Hey, girls, I’m at Brody’s for the night, maybe tomorrow night, too. Enjoy the peace and quiet
I let out a loud laugh. Mischa and Brody can be very loud at certain times of the day and night. The very reason I sprung for noise-canceling headphones. Were they expensive? Yes. Were they worth it? Absolutely.
Liv: I’m out of town for the weekend. Mom and Dad missed me, which is code for they want to spend time with me. I hope you girls will be hungry, because I’m sure the food I’ll bring home will feed us for a week.
Okay, looks like I have the apartment to myself this weekend. I go about unbuttoning the shirt I hate with every ounce of my being and decide I’m going to take the hottest and longest bath.
Me: Enjoy yourselves. Thank you for letting me know. I look forward to the food and sleeping without the headboard shaking
I finish responding to their texts, which came in hours ago, and strip out of the rest of my clothes. I won’t walk around naked in our apartment because you never know who might pop in. The robe I usually wear is where I left it, dangling on the foot of the bed. My room is messier than usual, a casualty of war during the week when I’m too tired to pick up after myself.
I wrap myself up in the fluffy softness and grab a soft cotton shirt to soak the moisture out of my hair. Sadly, on nights like these, it’s impossible not to wash the long and thick mane. I’ll also have to do it tomorrow, when I’ll have to shave, too. Ugh, being a woman is hell sometimes.
“Wine time.” I grab my phone, place it in my pocket, and walk out of my bedroom. I make a slight detour into the bathroom to get the hot water started, splashing a couple of drops of essential oil into the tub, and then head to the kitchen.
I don’t bother turning on a light. I’ve become used to making little to no noise as well as navigating in the dark. The light from the refrigerator helps me find the crisp white wine. Each of us girls has her own taste. Mischa is a vodka girlie, with soda or on the rocks. Liv loves beer or the alcoholic seltzer waters, no matter the flavor. Whereas I prefer wine, red or white, but the cheaper, the better, or in this case, free.
I pour myself a healthy glass in the stemware Mischa’s parents purchased for the apartment and head back to the bathroom. I can feel the aches, pains, and stress leaving my neck and shoulders the closer my feet shuffle me toward the tub. A big sip of wine and a half a dozen steps later, and I’m enclosed, door shut, lights off, and I place my glass on the counter. I dig through the drawer until I find what I’m looking for—a lighter to really set the ambiance and have candles flickering while I decompress.
Once I have everything set up, I slide out of my robe and place it on the hook behind the door, then do the same with my hair wrap since I dropped it on the counter earlier. I grab my glass of wine, fish my phone out of the robe, and go straight for the tub. My drink goes in one corner, my device in the other, then I dip my toe into the water.
“This is turning out to be the best day ever.” My earlier worries have left the building, and in their place is nothing but sheer bliss. I sink into the water, keeping it turned on to see where the stopping point will be once I’m submerged, and am happy to see that I still have plenty of room. Maybe I need to add a garden tub to my list of must-haves whenever I find a place of my own.