(Kendall)
I didn’t say anything to that. He wasn’t wrong.
A few minutes later, Zoe came back holding fries and a drink. “Ready now? Or is the lovefest still going?”
Jaxon stood up. “Let’s go.”
We walked to his car, and Zoe followed us to the lot. She got in mine, still munching on fries, and drove behind us the whole way to my house.
When we pulled up, I stretched in the passenger seat and yawned loud on purpose. “God, I’m so tired. I think I’m just gonna go right to bed.”
Zoe parked and got out, closing the door harder than she needed to. “Yeah, right,” she said. “That’s not sleep. That’s you being annoying.”
I smiled at her. “Night, Zoe.”
She didn’t let it go. “You two just want me to feel bad because I broke up with a guy who thought showering once a week was personality.”
Jaxo
