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“Hate to break it to you, Hawkster, but it’s true. Brandon wanted to wait until we were married. So unless you plan to test for yourself, you’re gonna have to take my word for it.”
I swallowed at her words, trying to hide the heat that hit me at her taunt. Fucking hell. I could not have these types of thoughts about her.
“Well, damn.” I ignored how raspy my voice was.
“Yeah. Damn,” she agreed, leaning back in the seat and crossing her arms as she stared out the windshield. It was back to being quiet in the car, but the tears had completely stopped.
“When it came down to it, I just couldn’t imagine being married to him. He’s nice and all, but I dunno; maybe it’s naïve, but I wanted more. I’ve played it safe most of my life and tried to make it easier for everyone else.” She turned to me, her blue eyes holding mine hostage again. “I’m tired of living for everyone else.”
She licked her lips, and my eyes dropped on their own accord. My heart raced, and my face flushed as need rushed through me. No matter how much my brain said this wasn’t right, my body disagreed.
“Where are we going to go? I’d really like to get out of this dress.”
Do not think of her naked. Do not think of her naked.
I didn’t think she was saying these things to torture me; her naïveté making more sense now. But it didn’t mean my body wasn’t responding to everything all the same. My cock thickened against my leg, pressing into my zipper, and I shifted, hoping she didn’t notice.
“I have an idea,” I mumbled, realizing that the last place anyone would look would be the most obvious. Turning back onto the road, I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel all the guests were staying at a few minutes later.
“Here?” she asked, giving me a skeptical look.
“Yep.” I nodded, not saying anything else. Reaching into the back, I grabbed my favorite hoodie and gave it to her. “Put this on, and I’ll let you in the side door.”
Blake did as I asked and collected her bag as she exited my car. She pulled the hood up, letting the hoodie fall over her dress to cover most of her body. I held in the groan at how sexy I suddenly found that.
I nodded to the door and sprinted toward the front with my bag bouncing against my back. Tonight would be the most challenging test of friendship I’d ever faced.
FOUR
BLAKE
Huddled in Hawk’s sweatshirt, I attempted to ignore how amazing it smelled as I shuffled from one foot to the next. I couldn’t believe I’d blurted out I was a virgin. What was I expecting? Him to offer himself up as tribute?
Um, yeah. You totally did.
Shaking my head at myself, I replayed the conversation back in my head, mortified at everything I said. It was no wonder he only saw me as Bryce’s little sister.
Now that the impending doom of getting married to someone I didn’t love was gone, I could feel the weight as it lifted off my shoulders, and a sense of peace filled me.
No matter what happened from here, I’d done the right thing. I wish I’d been braver sooner, so I wouldn’t have caused as many aftershocks, though.
My parents. Brandon. Brandon’s parents.
They’d all want an explanation, and I didn’t have it in me at the moment to explain. If I could get through the night without anyone cornering me, I’d be ready to face the masses tomorrow. Maybe.
The wind whipped around me, chilling me further as I curled into myself more. Shoving my hands into the front pocket, I grimaced when my fingers brushed against something sharp. My hand wrapped around the object, carefully pulling it out without further injury. Unfurling my fingers, I blinked as I stared at the object, convinced I was hallucinating.
How was it even possibly here?
One way I’d coped as a sick kid was by collecting little pins that I’d covered my bookbag in. Some were motivational sayings, whereas others were objects I just liked. Since everyone had called me Bee or BB most of my life, I had an obsession with bees and, therefore, a lot of bee pun pins.
One had a little bee with “Beeoch” on it, which my mother found offensive, thus making it my favorite. At some point in my teens, I’d lost it. I’d searched my entire room from top to bottom for weeks but never could find it.
And somehow, it had ended up in Hawk’s hoodie. Had it been here the whole time, or had he found it?
Before I could ponder the reasoning, the door flew open, and I shoved my hands back into the pocket, keeping them wrapped around the pin. Hawk lifted a brow at me when I didn’t immediately step into the hotel.
Right. Runaway bride here.
