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Molly traded a look with Lia, and Lia traded a look with Claire. Paige’s smile curled up slowly.
“Oh my gosh, what?” I asked.
“There’s only one reason you’d be so chill right now,” Lia said. “You totally got laid last night.”
Noah threw up his hands and walked outside.
I met her gaze with a lifted eyebrow. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
My sisters dissolved into laughter.
Paige held my eyes. “How many pieces of cake did you have last night, Iz?”
Slowly, I held up three fingers.
Paige grinned, and I hid my smile behind my coffee again. Maybe someday I’d share details, but for now, they were all mine.
Chapter Thirty
Isabel
“Mine is still crooked.”
Aiden tilted his head to the side. “It’s not …”
I gave him a look.
“Okay, yes, your cake is crooked.” He knocked a kiss on my cheek as he moved his perfectly level cake next to it. “It’s a little impressive how bad at this you are.”
“Thanks,” I answered dryly.
He swatted my butt. “You still successfully baked a cake.”
I eyed the baked good in question. “I don’t have to decorate it, do I?”
Aiden came up behind me, big hands curling around my hips. “Yes.”
He couldn’t see my face, but I was glaring.
“We could make it double duty,” he suggested.
“In what way?”
His head dropped, and he spoke against the back of my neck. “First time licking frosting off someone’s body.”
“Sold.” I whirled, gripping his T-shirt in my hands so I could tug his head down for a kiss.
And that was the way of it, the way of us, for a couple of weeks after Molly’s wedding. Because of Anya, we had short windows of time planned in advance so that we could achieve a few firsts together. Only one of those, she’d joined us, not realizing that he and I were considering it a date because he only touched me when she was in another room.
Logan invited us to a Wolves game, and we watched from the front row, just behind the Wolve’s bench. Anya spent most of it, staring wide-eyed at the players and staff. Twice, he’d snuck a kiss, but that was it.
Roller skating had ended in him falling three times because he couldn’t keep up with me.
Also, I’d worn short shorts that he said were “categorically unfair” when he was supposed to be keeping his balance.
His family knew we were dating, but I hadn’t talked to any of them since we started, mainly because we wanted Anya to be involved whenever I went to his parent’s house the first time.
That changed just beyond the two-week mark.
