Chapter 13. Them

I slept like a dead person last night. As I got out from under my sheets, I sighed. Almost nine o’clock. I’m very hungry and want to eat something.

Before I go outside, I put on my slippers, put a sweater over my shorts and t-shirt, and look in the mirror over my desk.

Down the hall, I can hear people talking in the kitchen, so I go to the bathroom first. After a quick morning routine, I walk to the kitchen from the hallway.

Nash is cooking with his back to me, and Caleb and Asher are slouching and looking very drunk while sitting on the peninsula.

"Morning." Caleb gets up, walks over, and puts his arm around my shoulders when I say it quietly.

"Chloe, you’re the best." Even though it’s not necessary, he keeps trying to kiss my head, and I raise my eyebrows. "Thanks, the cookies from last night were really good."

"Most of them probably got eaten." Asher says it, and most of the time I agree with him. "S