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“It’s okay. It’s early. They’re probably still asleep. I’m sure they didn’t even come up here last night. Why would they?”
She doesn’t acknowledge me and bolts out the bedroom door. I drag myself out of bed and follow her. From the landing, it looks like the evidence of the party has been destroyed. It’s messy, but there are no empty cups or bottles of beer or alcohol lying around, and the kitchen has been cleaned. At least Darci was of sound enough mind to do that. The knife I pulled on her still stands straight up, wedged into the cutting board.
“Allyson?”
“She’s not even here,” Ally says from Darci’s bedroom.
“Huh. Weird. She was probably just pissed and went to Audrey’s or something.”
“Well, that’s going to look bad.”
I shrug. “There’s nothing we can do about that now. We’ll be okay.”
The look on her face tells me that she isn’t so sure. I reach for her and pull her against my chest.
“Hey,” I say. “You’re still my girl, right? I’m going to take care of you. Don’t worry about it.”
She sighs. “Okay.”
“What do you want to do? Are you hungry?”
“Yeah,” she says. “Devon, will you text her?”
“I don’t think she’s going to want to talk to me, but sure. If that’s what you want.”
I go to my room, grab my phone, and text Darci, asking where she is. I have one of those inward struggles with myself not to say the shitty thing—like how the fuck could you just leave Ally here, what the hell were you thinking, and why do you suck so bad in every way possible?
“She’s not down here anywhere, either,” Ally says when I come downstairs.
“Well, she’s an asshole.” I cross the room to the front door, open it, and look out at the driveway. “Her car is still here. I’m going to make some coffee. Just…try to relax. Turn on the TV or something.”
I go to the kitchen and start a pot of coffee, then backtrack to the living room to ask Ally if she wants eggs or pancakes since that’s about the extent of my cooking abilities.
She’s sitting on the couch, locked in a battle of wits with the TV, her brow furrowed in frustration. I cover her hand with mine and take the remote from her, then lean down and kiss her on the lips.
“This is the remote for the sound system. It will never, ever change the channel.”
She pouts. “Help me?”
“I’ll help you, but it’s gonna cost you,” I tell her.
I pull her down flat on the couch and move on top of her, tasting her mouth before moving to her earlobes because I know it drives her crazy.
“Well, it just so happens that I’ve recently come into some money.”
“I don’t want your money; I want something else.”
I dip my hand down into her leggings, and she arches her back and opens her hips to give me easier access.
“You want to go back upstairs for a few minutes?” I ask.
I hear a bedroom door open nearby and practically jump off the couch just before my dad and Lydia walk into the room.
“Uh, here’s the remote,” I say quickly, handing the right one to my very flustered girlfriend. “Just hit the guide button there.”
“You’re up early, and you made coffee. What a nice surprise,” Lydia says as she enters the room.
“Uh, yeah.”
