you were still tangled in your sheets when your phone buzzed. it was almost noon. the sun had finally broken through your blackout curtains, lighting up the mess the two of you had made of your bedroom. a shirt on the floor, a pair of boots by the door, even billies rings still on your nightstand like they never made it back on her fingers

you blinked the sleep out of your eyes, rolling over to grab your phone, expecting some random notification. instead it was a text from billie

dont show anyone this or ill kill you😌🔪

there was also a picture attached to it

you opened it and nearly laughed. she was in camo pants and a graphic tee that mightve been yours once, white cap pulled low, holding up a finger to her lips like she was keeping your little secret even though shed literally kissed you on the cheek and told you 'thanks for last night' before heading out an hour earlier

you typed a reply, still smiling like an idiot

this the walk of shame fit?

not even a full secondqrer she was already typing you back

bitch i looked hot

i even made the bed, ur welcome

also ur dog hates me now i think

you looked over the side of the bed at your pit mix curled into a tight ball by the window

“shes fine” you muttered, thumb flying over your screen

yeah she’s protective saw you sneak out in my shirt next time leave with just your dignity

you hit send then tossed your phone onto the pillow beside you, dragging the covers up to your chin with a sigh. you and billie werent a thing. not anymore at least

last night wasnt planned, wasnt a relapse, and wasnt the start of anything. it was just whatever it was, easy and familiar with no drama or tension

your phone buzzed again

next time huh