It was Sunday, 4 p.m., and Maria was way too nervous about what she was willing to do right then… what she was going to find out soon enough.
Here she was, standing outside Blake’s house, in a green tight-fitting t-shirt and some loose jeans, waiting for Felicity to bring her lazy self down here and open the freaking door.
Her anxiety was so intense that her palms started sweating. Hell, even her breaths had grown shallow and ragged while her heart beat loudly in her chest.
After 3 interminable minutes, the door finally opened to reveal a flushed Felicity wearing a partially soaked white tank top and black shorts, with her hair dripping wet.
She had been in the shower. That 's what the wait was all about.
“Hi, I wasn’t expecting you till 4:30,” she breathed out.
“Yeah. Sorry about
