Chapter27: Red

“I’m not picking,” Leila said. She was pacing. What the fuck was wrong with her best friend? How do you mistakenly hit send on two different pictures? Fucking liar. It was not a mistake. “You have to pick,” Freya insisted. “I hate you,” she spat at her best friend who dropped the phone on her palm. What would she say to him? “Love you too,” Freya murmured. Summoning courage, Leila swiped up on her screen. They spoke at the same time. “It was a mistake.” “I like the red more.” They both laughed. Kelvin murmured, “You go first.” “No, you go first.” Leila traced a circle on the floor with her foot, a fire started in the pit of her belly at the sound of his voice. “I like the red. It’s perfect.” Her voice came out as a squeaky, “I didn’t send the pictures.” Kelvin hummed, she was sure he didn’t believe her but he had to hear it. “I’m serious, Kev. Freya sent them.” “Does it matter?” “Yes. No.” She stopped picking at the thread on the hem of the lingerie and hugged herself. “I guess not.” “