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Her hair fell in large waves around her shoulders, and she looked like a towering giant in the heels combined with the skirt. Her legs looked long and smooth thanks to the heels and nylons.
“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous,” Brittany grinned while they stared into the full-length mirror on her wall.
“Thought you were fucking my brother,” Teagan replied, smirking a little and feeling a bit more like herself in the process.
“Only if he looks this good in heels.”
“You never know. I’m sure he’d be up for anything.” Teagan turned to get a view of her back, glimpsing the way the dress dipped down her back, making a bra next to impossible.
Britt had insisted she didn’t need one. But it contributed to the naked feeling she had.
“I’m going to freeze in this tonight,” Teagan mused.
“I’ve got coats in here somewhere,” her friend replied, turning so Teagan could zip the back of her dress before ducking back into her closet to look.
“Here,” she tossed a pile of colorful coats onto the bed. “Take your pick.”
Teagan chose a grey one from the stack and then grabbed her purse from the vanity.
“You’re taking that thing into a nightclub? Britt asked. “I have some tiny purses if you’d rather.”
“I’ll just make Jaxon hold my shit,” Teagan replied with a smirk.
“Ooh, good plan. I might do that too.”
“Make Jaxon hold your shit?”
She laughed. “Yeah. Brad’s liable to lose it.”
Britt’s phone buzzed. She smiled. “Brad’s here. I assume Jaxon’s right behind him?”
Teagan’s phone buzzed a second later. She glanced down at it.
“I’m here. I’ll be up in a sec.”
“Yeah, he’s here too.”
She took her purse and coat and walked out to the living room, staring at the plants until there was a knock at the door.
Teagan went to open it and Brad was standing on the other side, bouncing on his toes. “Where’s Britt?” he asked.
“Her room.”
Brad practically sprinted past her and when she heard the door close, she knew she should probably vacate the premises unless she wanted to hear strange noises coming from Britt’s room.
“I am out of here,” she muttered. Exiting the apartment and making her way down the stairs. She walked down the driveway until she got to the road where Jaxon was parked. He wasn’t in his truck, rather he was crouched down beside the driver side mirror, fooling around with his hair.
Checking out his reflection. Like the vain little shit that he was.
She stifled a giggle and waited until she got closer. “Hey,” she called.
“Hey,” he replied absently, still looking at himself. He glanced up in her direction once.
And then twice for a double-take.
And then he abruptly disappeared, his hand smacking the side of the truck when he went down, only to pop back up again and round the truck with a slight limp.
“How are you planning on dancing if you can’t even walk?” Teagan quipped.
