Darcy chuckled, before her attention was drawn to her phone vibrating in her pocket.
Emerson – 11:16A.M.
Well? Were you ambushed?
She’d texted Emerson after Shelby’s party – feeling slightly guilty for not texting Blythe, who’d also asked about the dinner party last night. She’d given Blythe an honest response, but not the whole truth.
She’d had a very long walk last night as she’d debated going to Juliet’s at all, and had found herself at the gate. It had taken her a minute of feeling very dumb before realizing the random digits Juliet had written with her address was her gate code.
And then she hadn’t texted Emerson again, because… well,because.
Darcy – 11:16A.M.
Shockingly no
Unless you count being ambushed by Juliet declaring that she hadn’t been taunting me, had been actually hitting on me
And then initiating sex
Then, yes, I was ambushed
She watched as Emerson typed, then stopped. Then typed, then stopped. She could clearly picture in her mind her best friend, likely sitting in the back room at the music store, which was her favorite place, her jaw hanging open.
She’d always loved doing things that evoked that response in Emerson. Like when she’d laid a guy out at their school for grabbing her ass in the hallway.
One of her favorite high school memories, that one.
Emerson – 11:18A.M.
Wow.
She grinned. What an Emerson response.
Are you going to do it again???
Darcy paused, frowning in thought. And then typed the only truth she could say:
I have no idea
She’d had no idea last night was going to happen. If there was anything she knew for sure about anything regarding Juliet at this point, it was that she couldn’t predict anything she’d do or say next.
Emerson – 11:19A.M.
Okay. Do you WANT to do it again?
Now, that was the question to consider. If it was an option, did she want it?
Juliet’s car alerted them to an incoming call from Laura over the Bluetooth. She could see the look Juliet shot her out of the corner of her eye, before she tappedAnswer.
“Good morning,” Juliet greeted.
There was a pause. “Did you have sex?” Laura asked.
Darcy couldn’t muffle the snort of laughter that fell from her lips.
Laura gasped. “Darcy? Is that her? Is that you, Darcy?”
Darcy dug her teeth into her bottom lip, shooting Juliet an apologetic look. Regardless of their history, regardless of the complexity of it all, regardless of the fact that she wasn’t sure Juliet even liked her as a person – she knew she liked her when it came to sex, that was for sure, but… outside of that? – Juliet’s life was very obviously structured around keeping herself closeted.