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“Do you two ever do anything other than fuck?” Drake asks, with a cocky smirk.
I look at Preston fighting laughter.
He laughs. “I think it’s time I take you out, don’t you?”
I can’t stop smiling. “You want to take me on a date?”
“That’s what I said.” He kisses the top of my head, holding me close. “I’m not in the habit of saying things I don’t mean. I’ll make a reservation for a real restaurant. You know, like cloth napkins and candles and shit.”
I laugh. “Way to sell it, Parker.”
He shrugs. “What do you want from me? I’ve never had a girlfriend before. Just girls I fucked.”
“Real classy,” Jamie says. He looks at me, amused. “Bex, I wouldn’t blame you if you ran the other way right now. This one is a piece of work.”
I steal a glance at Preston, smiling. “I’m not going anywhere… as long as my dad doesn’t find out.”
Preston’s smile turns into a frown. “Let me take care of your dad.” He focuses his gaze on Jamie. “Bex is coming to Thanksgiving with Coach Bryant.”
“Sweet. I’ll be there,” Drake says. “Bring Taylor with you.”
“I don’t know for sure,” I interject. “I still have to ask my dad if he wants to change our usual plans. You guys know better than anyone how much he hates change.”
They grunt in answer.
“What about Taylor?” Drake asks.
“Taylor is a definite no. She flies home to California every year for Thanksgiving. Why? You like her?”
Drake shrugs. “She’s okay.”
Jamie throws a pillow at his head. “Don’t lie, bro. I’m getting sick of hearing about Taylor.”
A hint of red touches Drake’s cheeks. “Whatever.”
Preston threads his fingers between mine and leads me into the kitchen. It’s vacant, much like the first night we were together, until Jamie and Drake come barreling in behind us.
“Do you know how to cook?” Jamie asks me.
“Not unless you want mac and cheese from a box,” I deadpan.
Jamie looks at Drake.
They both shrug.
“That works.”
“No,” Preston says. “Make your own damn food. Or get Shannon back so she can cook for the house again.”
I look at Jamie. “You’re not talking to Shannon anymore?”
“I don’t know,” he mutters. “She’s kinda crazy.”
“But he misses her,” Drake says. “Hell, even I miss her. She makes the best pancakes. Now that Shan’s gone, we have to eat at the cafeteria.”
I hold my hands up. “Well, don’t look at me. I’m not going to be your mom replacement.”
Jamie gives me a disgusted look.
