I slowed the car to a stop when I spotted Jasmine and Tessa by the curb, both juggling bags like overworked mules. Three more were dropped at their feet. Damn. Only then did it hit me—I hadn't packed a single thing. Five days in the same clothes? Yeah, that'd go over real well with the girls.
I parked, climbed out, and made my way toward them. Jasmine gave me a tired smile; Tessa just nodded. I bent down and grabbed the bags from the ground—holy hell, they were heavy. Maybe I should've dropped a few points into Strength.
"Hey," Jasmine said, flexing her sore fingers. "Thanks. I swear I can't even feel my hands anymore. These things were brutal to carry."
"Got here just in time, huh? Though, I still need to grab some of my stuff too," I said, popping open the trunk.
"I already picked some up from your place," Jasmine replied. "That red one's yours."
"Oh—thanks."
