He smiles, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “You love it.”
“That’s debatable.”
“Sure it is,” he says, leaning in for one more soft kiss before opening the door. He slaps my ass. “Go mingle before we get caught.”
We’re probably being secretive for nothing. Everyone is going to know something’s up when my car is parked in his driveway all night.
I glance at him, heart racing and lips tingling. “To be continued?”
He smirks. “I’m counting on it.”
CHAPTER 16
JORDAN
The cold hits me like a punch to the face the second we step outside Travis’ house. I didn’t bother with a jacket—my house is right next door—but I’m regretting that decision now. Shoving my hands in my pockets, I start down the driveway.
Reed and Drew break into “Jingle Bells,” the Batman-smells version we used to scream as kids, which is fitting since Reed’s maturity level never progressed past age twelve. They’re loud, off-key, and precisely the kind of obnoxious that makes me wish for earplugs.
Willow’s recording them for future blackmail. “You guys should take this show on the road.”
“Yeah, to their houses,” I say, hooking my thumb to the right. Reed lives on the other side of Travis, Drew next to Reed, and my parents’ house is next to Drew’s. We’re all lined up like a messed-up sitcom family. But most days, it’s great.
Willow grins. “Oh my God, I just thought of the perfect duo name. Are you ready?Two Pricks.” She snorts. “Get it? Because your last name is Thorne and you’re a prick.”
Reed rolls his eyes. “We’re buzzed, not stupid, Will.”
“I think it’s funny as hell,” she fires back.
“It is,” I add. “And accurate.”
Ginger wrinkles her nose. “Drew’s not a prick.”
Reed throws his hands up. “Oh, and I am?”
“One hundred percent,” Willow says before Ginger can.
He groans. “Why do I even hang out with you people?”
“We’re family. You’re stuck with us,” I remind him.
“And you have no other friends,” Willow adds, smirking.
Drew and I clasp hands and pull each other into a quick hug. “See you this week,” I tell him.
He nods. “If you want a real workout, come to the gym with me.”
“I’ll think about it,” I lie. No chance of that happening. He trains like he’s prepping for the Olympics, and my ego doesn’t need that kind of punishment again. My body doesn’t either.
Ginger hugs everyone, saving me for the end. Her arm curls lightly around my back, the briefest lean against me, then she pulls away with a look that asks,what now?
I pull out my phone and type a text.
Me: Drive around for a few minutes, and when you come back, pull into my garage.
Reed catches me texting and grins. “What’s that, man? Setting up a booty call?”
I laugh it off. “Just checking in with Travis about something.”
