Chapter 577

Taking the bus was going to take you three trips to move everything from Mosche’s place to Sabrina’s.

Iris wanted to know more about Tommy, and how he died, and you decided you didn’t want to hear it. You’d been fucking in a dead guy’s bed. That was too weird, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to tell Sabrina or Gemma about it.

Once you started packing, you realised that even though Sabrina had ‘encouraged’ you to add a good half dozen outfits to your current wardrobe, you weren’t actually overflowing the bags you’d come to the city with. That was mostly due to the fact that several of your shirts and sweatshirts, and even a pair of your shorts, had been stolen away by your girlfriends. You weren’t even sure how many had gone with Gemma back to Australia, and how many were at Sabrina’s.

You also had a feeling, by the time you left the city, you’d be leaving behind one or two more. Tash and Becks may not have been your girlfriends, but they were your ... more-than-fuckbuddy-less-than-girlfriends. And knowing Sabrina, she’d want them to have something to remind them of you even if it was just to get them horny.

When you left the apartment, you had almost everything packed. You’d found a couple more pairs of Gemma’s underwear hidden in your stuff, one of them wrapped around a Hershey’s Kiss, which made you laugh, and another that you thought she just forgot about or missed in your dirty laundry hamper.

Riding the bus with a suitcase and a duffel bag felt a little weird, but you just kept telling yourself you looked normal - you’d definitely seen weirder stuff in the city than a guy with a couple of bags.

You arrived outside of Sabrina’s place a little after seven and stopped for a moment to text Gemma a good morning wake up text, since she was twelve hours ahead, and then headed up. When you knocked on her apartment door you heard some dull sounds of movement and then a voice said, “What do you mean you have a boyfriend?”

Two things went through your mind in lightning-quick succession - the first was that Sabrina probably should have told her little sister that I’d be in the apartment that weekend too. The second was that, if you heard that clearly with her speaking in just a slightly raised voice, exactly how much of your sex noises had the entire floor of the apartment building been privy to? Even if you didn’t count the stuff in the bedroom...

Yikes.

Sabrina opened the door. “Hi, baby,” she said with a grin, going up on her toes and kissing you as she hugged you around the neck and pressed her body to yours. You kissed her back, hugging her with just one hand since you were holding your duffel bag with the other one. She slid her lips from yours towards your ear. “Don’t worry, she’s harmless,” she whispered. “Mostly.”

You followed her in, noting that Sabrina was wearing a pair of her tiny little cotton shorts and a T-shirt, and you were surprised by the telltale sign of a panty line under the shorts - she hadn’t been that demure even when Katherine had come to visit.