Chapter 372

“Mmm,” Sabrina groaned, and you could hear the uncomfortable smile on her face as she stretched her body next to yours.

“Good morning,” you said softly, rolling a bit to scoop your arm around her and hug her to you.

“Morning, baby,” she mumbled, hugging you back as best she could. “You know, I didn’t like last night, but the makeup sex was pretty good. We probably could have gotten back into bed though.”

“True,” you sighed and kissed the side of her head. The two of you were tangled up in the blanket that you had pulled down from the bed, and you had fallen asleep on the floor. The sex between the two of you hadn’t been one of your big, zealous fuckings with lots of kinky moments. Considering how the two of you usually were, it had been almost vanilla by comparison. But it had been good, and important, and you’d felt reconnected by the end as well as exhausted. “Can I say something that might be contentious?”

“How contentious are we talking?” Sabrina asked.

“ ... Medium?”

“If you’re willing to risk a hot take getting a hot response.”

“I like the way we fight,” you said.

“That’s definitely not where I thought you were going,” Sabrina said. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that even when we were fighting, we got our sides out and didn’t shout or scream or make a huge scene. And we were still able to be together while we were stewing on things. Sure, it wasn’t fun, but sitting with you for the night and knowing that we were both in a not-good place but that we weren’t trying to punish each other or escape each other ... It makes me think of what the future will be like. And if that’s how we fight, then I think we’re going to be more than OK.”

She sighed, snuggling a little deeper into your chest. “You say that now,” she said. “But just wait until you have a fight with Gemma.”

“I’m more worried about when you and her have a fight,” you smirked a little.

“Won’t happen,” Sabrina said. “We’re on the same girlfriend wavelength.”

“You know it will,” you said.

“Yeah, I know,” she sighed. Then she raised her face to look at you. “I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.” She puckered her lips, asking for a kiss, and you gave it to her. “Now we need to get moving. Take me to the shower, baby. I think I want to pamper and be pampered.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you said with a smile.

The two of you ended up needing to take an Uber instead of the bus because of your time in the shower, but by the end of it, you were both feeling invigorated for the day. You hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Mosche, but that wasn’t unusual in the morning. Part of you hoped that he would take Sabrina’s grilling to heart and actually do something about his crash-and-burning relationship with Tasha, but another part of you expected that this might go on longer than was healthy and Tasha would need to be the one to end things. Based on how Mosche would be acting, you had a feeling he would end up being heartbroken and maybe blame her rather than accepting his own issues.

You entered the court building and found Gemma and Eric already there, and Eric had bought the coffees that morning for the four of you. Gemma gave you and Sabrina a knowing look when she saw your hair was still a little wet, and you gave her a little smirk and a chuckle as you pulled her in for a good morning peck on the lips.