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Zoey’s jaw drops while Rory and I guffaw. “Zane, how could you forget? Why did you bring them there in the first place?”
Zane just grins and walks out the door.
“I can’t believe he’d do that,” Zoey exclaims.
I laugh at her naivety concerning her brother’s escapades. “Why can’t you believe it, Angel? This is Zane we’re talking about.”
“Please tell me you’ve never done that.”
I laugh even harder. “You know me well enough to know that I didn’t keep them around long enough to bring them back here.”
“Ugghhh. My brother is ridiculous.”
Rory drapes an arm over her shoulder. “No, squirt, your brother is a guy.”
She raises a brow. I can see her comparing me and Zane in her mind. “Don’t go there. You can’t compare me and Zane. My way was much more of an asshole way of handling things. I promise. Did you never get snuck into someone’s house? Or vice versa?”
She shakes her head. “Not into my room. No way.”
I can see the underlying meaning behind her words. She was never going to bring another guy into the bed she’d shared with me so often. It was the reason I would never bring girls back to my room even before I became such a fucking manwhore.
“All right, kids. This conversation is making me feel a little pervy. I mean, Zoey’s like my sister, so I’d rather not hear about that stuff,” Rory says. “Fuck, now I’m going to be all messed up in the head when I think about you two together.”
I laugh and shove him a little. “Shut the fuck up, asshole.”
He laughs too before dropping a kiss to Zoey’s cheek. “Glad you two enjoyed the house. I’ve got to be somewhere in an hour so I’m going to head out.”
“Thanks, Rory.”
He nods then walks out the door.
I grab Zoey to me. She drapes her arms around my neck and tip toes for a kiss. I lean down to meet her the rest of the way. “It was a good night,” she says.
I pull her tighter to me and kiss her again. “Just good?”
She giggles. “A great night.”
“Mmm. That’s what I thought.”
I dip down kiss her one more time only to be disturbed by my mom clearing her throat. I break the kiss, albeit reluctantly, and turn to my mom. “Zoey, you’re welcome to come back for dinner tonight. It’s just fried chicken, but you know you’re welcome. Zane too.”
“Thank you, Mrs. McCabe. I’ll tell Zane, and make sure my mom doesn’t have plans first.”
My mom nods before rushing back into the kitchen. I shake my head at her obvious discomfort wondering what it’s all about for a moment before setting it all aside. “Let’s get you home. I’m sure you’d like clothes that aren’t being held up by dental floss.”
“I don’t know,” she says teasingly. “I kind of like it. Looking like a twelve-year-old boy suits me. Don’t you think?”
I laugh. “Yeah, baby. Everything suits you.”
Zoey
I lay on Jax chest in our bed, our fingers entwined as he kisses each of my knuckles. Zane, Jax, and I decided that we’d get an apartment to share instead staying in the dorms at school. Technically, Zane and Jax were supposed to stay because they’re on the football team, but my parents leased the apartment under their names. It gave the appearance that they were living at home, which was an acceptable alternative. My mom wasn’t keen on the idea of lying at first, but my dad pointed out that it was far cheaper than student housing for both Zane and me plus he liked the idea of the three of us together.
I’m not sure if my dad knew that Jax and I were sharing a room, but I’m pretty sure he’s not stupid. Especially after all the parents realized that we were really together. They’d all made assumption over the years. When we finally confirmed that we were together, they were actually happy once the initial shock of knowing we hadn’t been all that time wore off. It still shockedme that my parents assumed we were together all these years and let us sleep in the same bed together.
I close my eyes at another round of tears that threaten to fall. “I don’t want to go,” I whisper softly to him for probably the hundredth time.
“Angel, please don’t cry again. You need to do this. Once you get there, you’re going to love it. You won’t even have time to miss me.”
