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“Don’t even try it,” he warned.
When I gave a small lunge for the bed, his arms shot down to his sides. I couldn’t help but laugh. He got me back a few minutes later when he pinched my ass while I was putting my tank top on.
It felt good, being there with him. I’d forgotten how light he made me feel. Like I was on a permanent vacation or something. I ignored the little niggling thought in the back of my mind that it couldn’t last. I was walking a tightrope and I knew it, but I just…couldn’t stop myself. Now that the dam had broken, I couldn’t stop the water.
“I’m ready,” I said, turning toward Draco as I brushed out my hair. “You ready?”
“Damn, that was quick,” he said as he opened my bedroom door. “Used to take you hours.”
“I grew up,” I said with a shrug as I led him out of the bedroom.
“She stopped wearing makeup,” Charlie clarified, standing right outside my door.
“Jesus,” I said, jerking to a stop. “I need to put a bell on you or something. Eavesdropper.”
“And she doesn’t do shit with her hair,” Charlie continued, ignoring me. “And she’s got a fucking capsule wardrobe. Don’t ask me what that is, because I don’t have a fucking clue.”
“It means all my clothes go together,” I said in exasperation, following her down the hall. “So I don’t have a bunch of shit that doesn’t match. It makes things easy.”
“Makes things boring as fuck, you mean,” Charlie shot back.
“Draco, how many pairs of jeans do you have?” I asked, turning to look at him. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Uh, five or six,” he answered slowly.
“Shirts?” I continued.
“Ten?”
“I bet they all go together, huh?”
“Uh.”
“You can wear any pair of jeans with any of the shirts, right?” I clarified.
“They’re jeans and tees,” he replied.
“See,” I said, turning back to Charlie. “Draco has a capsule wardrobe, too.”
“Draco’s a dude,” Charlie said with a laugh. “He doesn’t count.”
“We goin’ to Leo’s?” Draco asked as me and Charlie glared at each other.
“Yeah, let’s go,” I said, grabbing my wallet and keys. “We can take the Jeep.”
“I’m drivin’,” Draco said as he led us out of the apartment.
I immediately started coughing. Shit, I’d forgotten my mask.
“Dammit,” Draco grumbled as he hurried us toward the Jeep.
I tossed him the keys as we reached it and climbed into the front seat as soon as it was unlocked.
“I can’t believe you’re letting him drive,” Charlie said with a chuckle. “Twenty-four hours and you’re already the old lady.”
“Shut it,” I shot back. “New rule—if you’re in the back, you don’t get to talk.”
“You guys always fight like this?” Draco asked with a laugh as he started the Jeep.
“No,” I said.
“Yes,” Charlie said at the same time.
“Good to know,” he said under his breath.
“She’s doing it on purpose,” I said as we got on the road. “Just to irritate me.”
“Now why would I do that?” Charlie asked.
“Back seat,” I said, turning to point at her. “No talking.”
“You better put that finger away,” she shot back.
“Whatcha gonna do about it?” I asked, wiggling my pointer finger.
“Jesus,” Draco said, turning his head to look at me. “You two are like an old married couple.”
“We spend too much time together,” I said with a huff, turning back toward the front.
I locked my fingers together and put them in my lap. Normally, I didn’t let Charlie get to me. She had always been the one to push everyone’s buttons-it was just her personality and I actually kind of loved her for it. She said things that no one else would and didn’t give a single fuck about the consequences. It was hilarious most of the time. But I was anxious after the dream I’d had, and the longer Draco and I were together outside my little bedroom, the more nervous I became that some outside force was going to bring everything to the surface.
We were safe alone inside my room. It was the outside world that scared me. Going over to Lily’s, where everyone was bound to show up, was making me nervous.
“You alright?” Draco asked, setting his hand down on my thigh. “You got quiet.”
“I’m okay,” I lied, putting my hand on top of his.
When we got to Lily’s, there were already a few cars parked in the driveway and on the street. Both my and Charlie’s parents were there, and so were Amy and Poet. Amy’s little hybrid looked so funny surrounded by big SUVs and motorcycles, but she refused to get rid of it. I loved it. Especially the little decals on the back window, the outlines of a curvy naked woman and a grizzled old man with a walking stick.
“Lily better have made something good,” Charlie said as we parked. “I’m hungry.”
“Your sister always makes good food,” I replied. “Better than anything we could’ve gotten at home.”
