Chloe slowly puts down her mug and frowns. “Are you sure?”
Alex juggles two plates and makes her way back to the table. “Yes,” I assure her and try to keep the panic from my voice. “Please, drop it,” I add.
“So the bacon looks a little undercooked,” Alex says, placing both plates on the table, one in front of me and the other in front of her. “But I ate, like, three pieces already, and it still tastes good.” She glances between me and Chloe, both of us holding eye contact, silently continuing our conversation. “What did I miss?”
“Chloe sat on someone’s face last night,” I blurt.
“Is that so?” Alex gives Chloe a cheeky grin. “Did he put his bush in your bush?”
“More like I put my bush—”
“Okay,” I say loudly, regretting ever bringing that up around the both of them.
Chloe glares. “Nice of you to bringmea plate.”
Alex snorts. “Like you didn’t eat before we showed up.”
“Whatever,” Chloe mumbles and sits back in her chair and does her best to appear irritated.
Alex and I share a look, and I roll my eyes when she shoves an entire piece of bacon into her mouth. Things may have shifted between us last night, but we’re still Jules and Alex, best friends for life.
Except now I’m wondering if maybe I want us to be something more.
Chapter Twelve
Alex
The sun is so intense that I immediately slip on my sunglasses. At least the humidity is down, thanks to the flash storm from last night. I roll my shoulders. I’m exhausted and sore. The good kind. But while my body feels relaxed, my mind is a mess. Waking up naked beside my best friend is a head trip I never expected to deal with.
I mean, yes, I’ve wondered what it would be like to kiss her, to taste her lip gloss. To figure out where she likes to be kissed and how she likes to be touched. Now I know the noises she makes when I bite the inside of her thigh. The way she sighs when I kiss the side of her neck. The way her fingers feel in my hair as I settle between her legs.
And knowing? It’s so much worse than not knowing. Because how do we go back to what we used to be when I know what she looks like when she climaxes?
We have to talk. I know we do. I’m just not sure what to say. We swore nothing would change, but it’s easy to make those kind of promises in the dark. It’s hard to keep them once morning comes.
Mason’s Volkswagen is parked in front of the hotel, and he’s carefully laying Mom’s wedding dress across the back seat. “Did you see Mom or Richard this morning?” I ask him and toss my duffel inside the trunk.
He pops out from the back seat and shakes his head. “No, I think they left around five.”
I shudder. That’s way too early. Especially the day after your wedding. Even if itisto catch a flight to a fancy beach in the Caribbean.
There are a few people in the parking lot, some of whom I recognize from last night and a few whom I don’t. I wave to one of Richard’s cousins as he gets into his Mercedes. “Did Sarah leave already?”
“Yeah, about ten minutes ago.” He looks lovesick already.
I elbow him in the side and waggle my eyebrows. “Did you two have fun last night?”
He pushes me away and glares. “Didyou?”
My smile disappears. Well played. Speaking of…
Jules steps out into the sun wearing the same thing I saw her in at breakfast, the only addition being her own pair of sunglasses. I snag my bike helmets from Mason’s trunk. If we’re going to talk, we better do it now.
“Do you think you could take Jules’s bag back, too?”
He glances at both helmets in my hand. “Isn’t she catching a ride with Chloe?”
“Not anymore. I’m going to take her for a ride up Skyline.”
