“How did it go with Brooklyn today?”
For a second, I’d forgotten I’d mentioned I would be meeting Brooklyn today. It did something to me that she remembered and wanted to know how it had gone. I gave her a quick rundown of my introduction to mymaybesister. “She’s going to schedule a DNA test when she gets back to town.”
Dallas hugged her knees to her chest and picked at a piece of grass. “How do you feel about everything?”
I hunched a shoulder. “I don’t know. Overwhelmed. Apprehensive. Excited.” It hadn’t occurred to me that it’d be agoodthing my father was Parker Wells Sr. when I’d found out it was a possibility. After meeting Brooklyn, though, I realized it might not be so bad to have sisters and brothers. “It’s a lot,” I added. “Hard to say how I’ll feel once it’s confirmed—or not.”
“Well, you have some time to adjust. I just want you to be okay.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “That’s all.”
I smirked. “Was it really that bad to say that?”
Her surprised gaze met mine. “I really need to watch my reactions around you.” She laughed. “I don’t have this problem with many other people.”
“Why is that?”
She frowned. “Why don’t I have this problem?”
I shook my head. “Why do you have this problem with me?” I clarified.
Dallas averted her eyes. “Honestly, I have no idea.”
I leaned over, bumping my shoulder against hers to get her attention. When she looked at me, I said, “I think we should talk about it.”
Her eyes widened for a second before she schooled her features. “About what?”
“About this?” I motioned between us. “And the reason why we’ve had sex two times and have yet to discuss it.”
“Do we have to?” The tiny crease in her brow was too cute to ignore. I brushed my thumb over it, then trailed my forefinger down the bridge of her nose. “You’re touching me again.”
I barked out a laugh. “So?”
“Maybe we should establish ground rules.”
“I think we’ve already fucked that up, right? Literally.”
She smacked my arm. Giggling, she said, “That was so damn corny.”
“By design.” The awkward pause that followed my words pissed me off. “Let’s not do this.”
“Okay,” she grumbled. “Damn. I’m not this weird normally.”
“I know that, which is why I’m confused.”
“Believe it or not, I’ve never been in this position before. Sex isn’t usually this complicated.”
“What’s so complicated? You do it, then you’re done.”
She gaped. “What? You know it’s not that simple.”
I absolutely knew it wasn’t simple, but it didn’t have to be hard either. “Why? Look, I enjoy you. And I don’t think we have to make this a huge deal. We’re both capable of keeping boundaries. At the same time, we have to spend time together, so wouldn’t it best if we took advantage of that?”
“As in…?”
A smile tugged at my lips. “As in, let’s not be awkward with it. As in…how about we not pretend we aren’t attracted to each other? As in sometimes friends fuck.”
“Who said you were my friend?” She grinned. “Just kidding. You’re right.” Dallas placed her hand on my knee. “Can I add an ‘as in’ to this thing?”
I raked my gaze over her face, lingering on her eyes, then the little dirt spot on her cheek. I brushed my finger over it, wiping it away. Her eyes fluttered closed. “Definitely,” I murmured.
