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Chapter Sixteen
Sofia
Shutting the door behind me,I lean into it, a goofy grin on my face as my heart flips in my chest. Amelia is snuggled deep in her bed, her ass is in the air, and pillows are covering her head. She sleeps in the most awkward ways, and while I know she loves her sleep, I need to talk to her. Going over to her bed, I poke her in a patch of skin that is showing. I think it’s her shoulder, but she doesn’t move.
“Amelia.”
She groans before snuggling deeper in the bed, the skin disappearing under the blankets.
“Hey, Amelia.”
“Ugh,” she moans, though it’s muffled. “Go away.”
“I need to talk to you.”
“Later.”
“Please, now.”
When her foot comes out, smacking me in the back of the calf, I grimace before laughing loudly. “Amelia!”
“Go away.”
“No, be my best friend.”
When she sits up, pillows go flying, and her hair is sticking straight up in a pseudo-mohawk that has me holding back my laughter. “That’s a rude request at—” she pauses to look at the clock “—almost six a.m.! Are you crazy? I need my beauty sleep!”
“You’re already too beautiful as it is.”
“Because I sleep!”
I chuckle as I sit on her bed, wringing my fingers. “So Ryan showed up at yoga.”
She blinks, her eyes dark and tired. “Yeah? He’s a weirdo who does yoga. That’s nothing new.”
“Yeah, but he flirted with me the whole time and bought me coffee.”
She nods. “Yeah, seems about right. I told you, he’s persistent.”
“And I may have agreed to go to the Bullies’ party tonight.”
Her mouth parts as she blinks at me. “No way.”
“Yeah.” When she jumps out of the bed, landing on her feet with ease, my eyes widen in confusion. “Amelia?”
“Oh my God, what are we gonna wear? Moon will be there. I gotta look extra hot, and so do you since we all know why you’re going. Let’s skip our afternoon classes and go shopping!”
“Whoa, calm down, crazypants.”
But she’s moving. “No, wait, I have this black dress that puts my ass on display like an English ham on Christmas.” I want to laugh, but she taps her jaw. “So you can wear that one since your ass is ten times better than mine. Ryan won’t know what hit him.”
“See, that’s the thing—” I call out, though I feel she isn’t listening to me.
“Can I straighten your hair? Have you ever done that? I bet it would look so amazing. J.Lo, for sure.”
“Amelia.”
“And you can wear heels, right? I have some Louboutins I stole from my aunt that will make your calves look like complete magic. Everyone will be drooling over you, for real.”
While I don’t know how a pair of shoes will make anyone drool, I’m annoyed that Amelia isn’t noticing how nervous I am. “I don’t know if I want to go.”
She whips her head to me, and her eyes widen. Turning from her closet, she’s holding two dresses as her eyes plead with mine. “No, we’re going.”
“But—”
“No, you need this. It will be fun, and we have nothing this weekend. I mean, there is a hockey game Saturday night, but we don’t have to be on our game for that.”
“Amelia.”
“Sofia, for real. You got this.”
Frustrated, I yell, “I think he thinks I agreed to sex.”
Her face twists in confusion. “Huh?”
“Ryan. I think he thinks I’m coming to have sex with him.”
She blinks and then shakes her head. “What in the hell did you say? What happened?”
So I tell her about the whole morning. His quick little one-liners that had me in knots. His eyes that knocked me on my ass. How he flirted endlessly with me, and how I may have flirted back in my weird way. I tell her about the almost-kiss, or at least, I think he almost kissed me, and then how I told him I couldn’t make it that easy for him. It all sounds just so silly when I repeat it. Biting my lip, I chance a look at her as she stands, still with the dresses in her hands.
Looking back to me, she sets me with a look. “Did he ask you to come to the party for sex?”
I hold up my index finger. “No, but he said he’ll make it worth my while.”
“You so need to get laid,” she groans, sitting down beside me before laying the dresses beside her. “I know this is hard to believe, but not everything is about sex. I mean, he may be all about it, with every intention of taking you into a room and screwing your brains out. But I know my brother, and as smooth as he thinks he is, he’s actually a big dork. I don’t know. I mean, I’m his sister, but if I were in your shoes and he was Moon, I wouldn’t think he was trying to get sex out of me. I’d just think he wanted to be with me.”
Incredulous, I ask, “So if the roles were reversed, you don’t think Moon would want you?”
“Well, duh, he wants me. Look at me. Plus, he is always liking my photos. He wants it, but I mean, I’m not holding back.” She throws her hands up. “These situations are different, and I honestly don’t think Ryan wants to bang you right from the jump. I think he wants to get to know you. You intrigue him.”
I look down at my legs. My wounds are still covered with the bandages he put on me. He was basically naked that morning, and he never made a move on me. He just continued to ask me out. Even this morning, he had every chance to kiss me, but he didn’t.
