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I took a sip and the sweetened beer did make me feel a little better. "Maybe I should've moved into your room sooner. Then everything wouldn't be changing so quickly."
"Nothing has changed, Maddy." He locked his eyes on mine. "You're in the same room you started in, all your stuff is in the same place, and we're going to keep having sleepovers. End of."
"Sleepovers? Don’t you mean sexovers?"
"Obviously, but I don’t think we should call them that when James is around."
My expression hardened. "Is there anything else we shouldn't do when he's around?"
"We probably shouldn't hog the shower in the morning."
"Or shower together at all," I said. "At least till he gets used to the idea of us."
"You shouldn't traipse around in your towel either."
"He's my brother, Quinn. I've been wearing towels in front of him for as long as I can remember."
He quirked a brow. "You trying to make me jealous?"
"Eww. No." I took a sip of my beer, catching a glimpse of the bracelet he gave me out of the corner of my eye. "And if I was, I wouldn't use my own brother as a pawn."
"Good to know," he said, staring past the end of his glass at me as he took a long sip of his shandy.
My thighs squeezed together when he swallowed and licked his lips.
"Thanks for helping me move everything,” he said. “That was way more fun than it was the first time around."
"You mean back when your fat crush on me was a big juicy secret?"
His sharp eyes sparkled. "You think that's funny?"
I nodded.
"What about you?" he asked, keeping the pressure of his gaze on me. "When did you realize you were head over heels for me?"
"It's hard to say because I thought I hated you."
His brows floated up as he turned an ear towards me.
"You never said more than two words to me, and the way you looked at me…it was like you could see through all my bullshit. Like I couldn't hide around you."
"Why would you want to hide?"
"Because that's what I've always done," I said. "I couldn't compete with Maeve academically or with James's popularity and athleticism, so I tried to keep a low profile."
"How'd that work out for you?"
"Fine,” I said with a shrug. “Until it stopped working."
"So what's your new strategy?"
I scrunched my face towards the ceiling. "To pretend I'm an only child who never had a complex to begin with?"
"An only child, huh?"
"Why not? Seems to have worked wonders for you," I said. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but all I have to do is strut around all day like the sun rises just to light my way."
"I don't strut."
