Knock. Knock.
“Occupied,” Jordan calls out.
“Dude, I need to piss.”
Fuck, it’s Reed.
“Jordan,” I hiss.
He grins at my obvious panic. “He’ll go away.”
The doorknob rattles. “Come on, man. It’ll take me like thirty seconds.”
Jordan mouths,“Hide.”
My eyes bulge, and I mouth back,“Where?”
His eyes flick to the shower.
I shake my head. “No way?—”
Reed pounds on the door. “Open up!”
“Dammit,” I whisper, darting to the tub and yanking the curtain closed just before the door opens. I clap a hand over my mouth, trying not to let out a nervous laugh. Through the curtain, I see Reed’s shadow as he moves into the room and over to the toilet.
Jordan leans against the sink on the other side of the room. “Good party, huh?”
“Yeah,” Reed agrees. “Did you see Ginger? She looks… different tonight.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” Jordan says.
“Like… really different. That red sweater really shows off her?—”
“Reed,” Jordan cuts in sharply. “Your dick is out and you’re pissing.”
“So?”
“So, it’s not the time to talk about Ginger.”
“Oh, right.”
I bite my lip, holding in my laughter. A few seconds later the toilet flushes and Reed washes his hands. He opens the door and pauses. “Almost forgot to tell you, Gramps spiked the cider.”
Jordan chuckles. “Thanks for the warning.”
The door clicks shut, and I exhale, sliding the curtain to one side before I step over the edge of the tub.
Jordan’s lips spread in a wide grin. “That was close.”
I swat his arm. “You think? I can’t believe I hid in a tub.”
“It could’ve been so much worse.”
“How do you figure?”
He edges closer, hands finding my waist again. “He could’ve caught us doing this.” He kisses me again, obliterating any thoughts or concerns from my mind.
When we finally pull apart, I’m breathless and weak-kneed. “You’re trouble.”
