Zuri
Her nap was short lived, and it had to be just barely after noon.
That nap may have been short and Justin may be long gone, but she could still feel him somehow.
She decided it was time for a shower. Get up, clean herself, and maybe try to find a way to get her mom to not go anywhere—in case Edgar was somewhere close by.
She walked into the shared bathroom at the same time Brandon walked in. Shirtless. Because, why not? Why wear a shirt when one looks like that? The stupid definition in every single inch of him. Unlike Jack, he wasn’t covered in tattoos and scars. Not yet, anyway.
They stood in their respective sides, watching to see what the other would do.
He must have decided to just take it for himself since he headed to the shower and turned on the water.
But she wasn’t
