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twenty-one
SPARKLES WHERE THE SUN DON’T SHINE
Iknock lightly on her door before pushing it open.
She was her usual smiles and snark downstairs, but something still urged me to follow her to her room after everything that happened last night. It would be impossible for her to not still be reeling from it all. She was there for me when I needed her and I want to be able to do the same for her now.
Torryn turns around, a brow already raised in her signature way of asking a question. Currently, that singular brow is saying, “Why the fuck are you in my room?” Her hands pause where they were buttoning up her jeans and I catch a glimpse of black underwear before she drops my shirt back down, covering it.
Shutting the door behind, I fall onto her bed and put my arms behind my head and lean back. “Why are you getting dressed?” Looking around her room, she hasn’t made any moves to unpack the little she brought with her. Not like she’s had the time, but I would have helped her if she needed it. Especially if she did it only dressed in my shirt. Maybe I could have even convinced her to ditch that too.
She rolls her eyes, pulling my shirt over her head and tossing it at me. My dick twitches at the sight of her tits. “It’s what one does before they go in public,” she snarks as she bends overto dig into her laundry basket. “Fuck,” she mutters, coming up empty and wiping her hands over her face in frustration.
I sit up straight, snapping to attention. “What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head, sighing as she begins to dig through the laundry basket again. “None of my bras made it,” she explains. She lifts up a sweater and examines it before pulling it on over her head. It’s a dark brown with thick material, but as she turns to look in the mirror, I can still see her beaded nipples through it.
My dick twitches. “It’s a good look.” I grin, beckoning her to me. “You should give me a better look.”
She doesn’t ever bother to give me a response, turning back to the mirror to check her appearance once more, sighing as she shrugs. “It’ll have to work.”
“Could you borrow one from Isla?” I ask, only because she doesn’t seem thrilled, but more like resigned.
Torryn glances down at her chest before giving me a bewildered look. “She’s like two cup sizes smaller than me.”
I scoff, why would I know that? “It’s not like I stare at her tits,” I defend.
She doesn’t respond, pulling a jacket over the sweater and grabbing her wallet out of her backpack. The more I watch her, the more I realize how much she really lost. No purses, or bags that girls always seem to take everywhere with them. Barely any clothes options. My eyes take in the room in a new light and I almost cringe at how sterile it is. How unlike Torryn it is.
I hate it.
“See you later,” she says, interrupting my thoughts. She waves and heads out of the room, leaving me behind in her room that feels nothing like her.
How can I fix that?
I still don’t have my answer after the girls get back and start cooking us all lunch.
It’s even better than Wells, and he’s not a half bad cook. While we all insisted they didn’t need to do anything as thanks, I get the feeling they’ll be in our kitchen a lot more often now after all our reactions.
“You ready for the party tonight?” Beau asks, knocking on my door before pushing it open.
I give him an unamused look. “I don’t know. Am I?” After hosting our Halloween party, the guys took away my right to pick my own costume. Tonight Beau is in charge of preparing both of ours.
His grin is far too delighted to be anything other than trouble. I groan. “What have you done?”
Now that I think about it, I don’t even know what the theme is for tonight. We had classics, there was a horror themed one, but I’m pretty sure that’s the one on Halloween. What were the others? Ah got it. “Is it devils and angels tonight or celebrity couples?”
Beau smirks. “Couples.” He tosses a bag my way and I catch it just as something black and way too sparkly falls out. “You and I are the hottest couple around.” The asshole laughs at my shocked expression. “I picked it just for you, my favorite Swiftie.”
I groan, cursing as I pull out the black sequined outfit and blonde wig. “How did you even find this in my size?”
He cackles. “It wasn’t easy, I promise. But it was definitely worth it.”
Flipping him off, I put the outfit back into the bag and toss it on my bed. “I’m still going to look hotter than you.”
His responding smirk is infuriating. “Sure, if you ever stop sulking about Tor going to work and let Isla do your makeup.”
Torryn left almost immediately after we finished eating lunch. “I’m not sulking,” I protest. I just came to my room to rest before the party tonight. Was I disappointed Tor wasn’t going tobe there? Of course. Who wouldn’t be after all the fun we had last weekend at the party? It’s not sulking.
