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Our car pulls up to my place just a few minutes before the pizza is supposed to arrive. Thea makes herself at home, not even waiting for me to walk into my living room toward my bedroom. “Can I borrow some pajamas?” she asks, not waiting for an answer.
I follow her into my room and chuck a t-shirt and basketball shorts her way. She grabs them off the bed. “Unzip me?”
She turns around, moving her hair out of the way. I grab the zipper, desperately trying to keep my eyes on the floor as I pull it down. “All set,” I say, stepping back. She begins pulling the straps down her arms, and I panic. “Thea! I’m literally right here.”
“Oooo,” she mocks, turning to face me, holding her dress up with her hand. “I’m sorry you saw my shoulder blades,” she continues, rolling her eyes like the sight of her bare shoulders doesn’t drive me absolutely fucking wild.
“I’m gonna check on the food,” I say, backing out of the room so she can change.
She’s snuggled up under the covers when I walk back in with the pizza a few minutes later. She sits straight up at the sight of the food. “Ooo, hand it over!” she begs, practically ripping the box from my hand and pulling out a slice. She starts talking before swallowing the huge bite she took. “This feels familiar…like we’ve done this before.”
“Yeah, well you have a knack for getting yourself into trouble, so…”
“Me?” she asks, playing innocent. “You’re the one who was prowling a nightclub for some ass ‘cause you can’t get a real girlfriend.”
“Yeah, and yet here I am again taking care of your drunk ass. You’re like the female version of a cock block.”
She sinks into the pillow with a smirk. “A vag denier?”
“God,” I laugh, grabbing my own slice and sitting back next to her. “Never say vag again.”
She raises her eyebrows, her eyes challenging me. “A pussy preventer? A cunt curber?” she continues all bratty like.
I squeeze her side where I know she’s most ticklish to get her to stop. “Jesus, Thea! Stop!”
She squeals into a fit of giggles both from being tickled and from how she loves to get under my skin. “No! Stop! Please stop! I’ll stop! I promise!”
I finally relent, falling back against my pillow again. “God, woman. You’re so infuriating. Don’t make me call Trevor and tell him about that naughty mouth of yours.”
“Oh!” Her face lights up. “Let’s video call him right now! I can’t wait to tell him I found you trying to pick up chicks.”
My eyes shoot open wide as I watch her unlock her phone and go to call him. I panic, grabbing the phone out of her hands. “No fucking way! You aren’t telling him anything about this!”
I look away, knowing that sounded way more serious than I wanted it to. She smirks at me. “Sounds to me like you are the one in trouble tonight, so now I just have to figure out what you’re trying to hide from him.”
She looks way too excited to be exposing my secrets, so I try to play it down. “I’m not hiding anything,” I lie through my teeth.
Like hell am I letting her call him and tell him she found me trying to get laid, but instead I brought his drunk, baby sister home. Oh, and did I mention she’s wearing my clothes in my bed?
No thank you. I’d prefer to live another day.
“Fine,” she grumbles, taking another huge bite of her pizza. “You’re being super suspicious, but I’ll keep your secret so long as you don’t tell anyone about how I was too weak to face my ex.”
I wasn’t going to bring up dickhead because I wanted her to believe I didn’t know why she wanted to finally leave with me. I try to smile, but it’s like my jaw is locked in an angry frown. I should have kicked his ass.
I shrug, trying to play off how much I hate seeing her sad. “It wasn’t weak to leave. Peasants shouldn’t be allowed to attend the same balls as royalty.” I playfully bop her nose.
She drops her head to hide her smile before once again locking eyes with me. It makes me catch my breath. My eyes fall to her mouth just for a moment. I clear my throat and scooch back to my side of the bed. “And we all know you’re a royal pain in my ass.”
“Psh,” she laughs, rolling her eyes. “So what were you doing there then?” She pauses, reaching out and grabbing my wrist with fake concern on her face. “Aw, did you think you were Prince Charming?”
“Just eat your damn food,” I snap back, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV.
“I need something to drink,” she says with a mouth full of pizza.
“There’s water bottles on the nightstand,” I say, nodding that way. She reaches over to grab one, and my eyes automatically fall to the sliver of exposed skin where the t-shirt lifts.
“If I open this drawer, am I going to find a big wad of condoms?” She turns back and smiles at me. “You know, for yourbignight?”
