Quinn’s lips form an O as she looks at me.
I shake my head.
Little sisters can be such a pain in the ass. Even as adults.
“I got this,” Quinn whispers and opens the door before I can object.
“Tobias admitted to loving Gram’s new beau.”
Like I said, total pain in my ass.
“That’s great.” Natalie smiles. “Because they’re downstairs and ready to go to the festival.”
“Fuck,” I say, and Quinn laughs on her way out the door.
“Be nice!” she shouts.
Natalie leans against the doorframe, slowly crossing her arms, as I typically do when I’m about to ask a serious question.
I clear my throat, prepared for whatever she’s ready to say.
“You do realize this is the first time in our entire friendship we have ever shared a bed, right?”
Oh, trust me, I know.
I nod. “Do you want me to kick her out of her room? I’ll do it,” I say with a smile.
“I know you would, but no. I’m ready to find out the one and only thing I don’t know about you, and the only place I’m going to figure it out is in bed with you.”
She pushes off the doorframe and walks toward me.
Oh, hell. What could she be talking about? Sex? Has she really been thinking about me too?
She stops right in front of me and taps my nose.
“Does Tobias Banks snore?”
My heart feels like it drops to my stomach. Am I relieved or bummed?
I let out a chuckle, and she steps back, grinning.
“Oh, that, um, nope. I don’t.”
“Oh, that?” She mimics me. “What did you think I was talking about?”
“I … honestly, I have no idea.”
She smirks again, her eyes slowly looking me up and down. When they return to meet my own, she nods to the door.
“Let’s go.”
I follow her, my eyes only once drifting to the sway of her perky butt in her jeans before I make it down the stairs to greet Grandma Betty.
If I’ve learned anything in the last five minutes, it’s that when I think of Natalie and me in bed together, snoring is the last thing on my mind.
Maybe I should take that as a sign of where she stands with us.
Friends.
