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Me
You can’t text me shit like that.
A moment later, my phone vibrated.
Duke
Why not? You make me hard. And if you were here right now, I’d roll you over and slide—
“I got the coffee started,” Waverly announced from the doorway of the bedroom.
I jumped and my phone slipped out of my hand. “Thanks!” I squeaked.
Despite not wanting to be my dirty little secret he seemed to be embracing it, toying with me so that I kept coming back for more of him.
I got up, shot a text to my mother on the off chance she’d answer, and then knocked on the bathroom door.
“Come in!” Waverly called.
“You mind if I brush my teeth?”
“Go for it,” she said. “Man, I’m not going to lie. I know Mom was trying to sell the awesomeness of the RV and trying to get me pumped for a summer road trip, but those twelve-minute showers before the hot water ran out were not fun.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell her why we’d moved into an RV in the first place, so I said, “Yeah, those showers weren’t fun. You know what else wasn’t fun? The tight quarters.”
“We’re still sharing a room,” she pointed out.
“Makes sense though,” I said. “Then we can use the spare room as an office with two desks.”
“It is a better use of space,” she agreed. “You were right about the fairy fort. Camping in it is kind of awesome. But don’t tell anyone I said that. It would ruin my street cred.”
Grinning, I shoved my toothbrush into my mouth and started brushing.
“I’m going to have to rebuild my entire wardrobe,” she said, shutting off the water. “Mia’s clothes fit, but they’re kinda…”
“Kinda what?” I asked in amusement.
“Adult. I don’t adult. Still, it was really nice of her to lend me some stuff.”
“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you Waverly-ed it up.”
“Whatever that means.” Her arm stuck out of the shower to grab the towel hanging on the rack.
“I just meant you’ll find a way to make the clothes feel like yours, with your own style and personal flare.”
“Oh, flare.” She pulled the shower curtain back and stepped out onto the bathmat, her red hair slicked back away from her face, the towel wrapped around her body.
She glanced at me and grinned, suddenly looking impish. “There is one thing you forgot to do to make this weekend in the fairy fort perfect.”
My face fell. “I forgot something?”
“You didn’t bake me a yellow cake with chocolate icing. But I was thinking, we could do that later? When I get home from school?”
She sounded so hopeful.
“You want to put Brooklyn’s lessons to use, huh?” I asked. “Thank God someone in this family has some skill in the kitchen.”
Waverly bumped her hip against mine.
