The Price of Good Things

Holy shit.

I overslept.

My eyes flew open.

I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my neck, making me wince. "Ow… fuck."

I must have slept all twisted on the couch. My hoodie was bunched under one side of my face, my hair sticking up in a million directions.

I blinked at the sunlight slanting through the window. My brain felt foggy and slow.

I rubbed my face.

Last night came flooding back.

The crying. The church. Mrs. Diggs saving my ass on the rent.

And…

Oh my God.

It wasn't a dream.

I really was sexting Dominic last night.

A hot flush spread up my chest and all the way to the tips of my ears.

"Omg omg omg it's real."

I slapped both hands over my burning face, muffling a squeal.