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Chapter Eleven
Lexi
“He’s crazy.”
“Who?” my sister questions as she steps aside and grants me entrance into her and Levi’s apartment across the hall.
“Linkin,” I grumble as I toss myself down onto their comfy couch.
“Neighbor Linkin?”
“Yes. Did you have sex here?” I ask, tensing and sitting up straight.
“Recently?” Abby asks, blushing a dark shade of fuchsia.
“My God, you two are like rabbits. How recent?”
“I don’t know. A week maybe?”
“Gross!” I whine, jumping up and standing in front of the offending furniture.
“Why does that bother you? You sit on the couch in my old apartment all of the time. You don’t think we’ve gotten busy there either?”
“You’re as bad as Grandma and Grandpa,” I groan.
“So why is Linkin crazy?” she asks, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a pitcher of lemonade.
“Do you have any vodka?”
“Definitely,” she replies, reaching above the fridge and grabbing a bottle of the cheap liquor. Before I sit down, I glance at the kitchen chair and give her a look. My twin rolls her eyes. “No, we haven’t done it on those chairs.”
“Good. I’ll never be able to sit on my couch again. All I’ll think about is Levi pecker tracks.”
That makes my sister giggle. “Pierced pecker tracks,” she adds before giving in to a full-belly laugh.
I watch as she pours a bit too much vodka into the lemonade. She doesn’t even grab a spoon, but sort of sloshes it around within the pitcher to mix it. She’s definitely been hanging out with AJ too much lately. My usually mild sister is turning into a brazen lush.
And I love it.
She’s happy. It’s written all over her face, radiating from her pores like that pregnancy glow. Oh my God! “You’re pregnant!” I holler, stunned that she’s pouring such a big glass of the vodka and lemonade.
“What? No I’m not!”
“Why are you glowing?” I demand, waiting to hear that my twin got knocked up by her best friend.
“I don’t know. Maybe it was the sex I had about thirty minutes ago,” she replies quietly, that ever-present blush creeping up her neck.
“Lucky bitch,” I grumble, taking a big drink of the too-strong drink.
“Yes, I am. Levi had to go in early today to cover for someone so I gave him a parting gift.”
“You sound like Grandma. Why must you always talk about it every time you have the sex?”
“You brought it up. It’s not like I started the conversation with ‘Hey, sis! I just got some. Levi does this thing where he rolls his hips and the piercing slides against me in a way that makes me forget my own name.’”
“Really?” I ask, leaning forward, suddenly wanting to hear more.
“Never mind. What’s up with you? Why is neighbor Linkin making you crazy?” she asks, taking her own big drink.
