Chapter 48: Sabrina is going to kill me!!
"Wait, wait—’Anthony Johnson’? Like star quarterback, entrepreneur, and model Anthony Johnson?" Edward asked, eyes wide as he paused mid-step in the kitchen. His tone was half disbelief, half awe, and wholly dramatic.
The stainless steel refrigerator hummed in the background, and the faint scent of lemon-scented floor cleaner lingered in the air. A half-cut avocado on the counter sat forgotten.
Summer smirked, one eyebrow arching as she turned from the sink with a dish towel in hand. "No! The other one," she said with thick sarcasm, her voice lilting upward as she let out a short, melodic laugh. It wasn’t just any laugh—it was one of those rare, unfiltered sounds that filled a room with warmth.
Her head tilted back slightly, the light catching her cheekbones just right as the sound echoed softly off the tile. That laugh had a way of pulling reactions from people. Even Edward, arms crossed and pretending to be annoyed, couldn’t resist the tug at the corners of his mouth.
"Ha, ha," he muttered with mock annoyance, rolling his eyes for effect. Still, his grin betrayed him. He couldn’t keep up the act for long, especially not around her.
He followed her as she sauntered out of the kitchen and into the hallway, her walk casual but confident, as if she owned every space she entered.
The house they were in wasn’t traditional by any means—it was an eclectic blend of modern and artsy, cozy yet bold. Magazine covers framed in glossy black lined the walls, showing Summer in different looks and personas. A soft, beige rug muted their footsteps as they passed a minimalist glass bookshelf and a chrome floor lamp shaped like a tree.
"Okay, this is the bathroom," she announced, flinging the door open with an overly dramatic flair. Her tone mimicked a museum tour guide unveiling a Renaissance sculpture.
"Lots of thinking happens on that toilet seat. Lots of thinking."
She stood proudly in front of it like a curator presenting a masterpiece. Her hand swept out to emphasize the space—a modest bathroom made eccentric by the sheer extravagance of the decor.
Edward leaned in slightly, peering around her shoulder. His eyebrows climbed high.