I freeze, mascara wand halfway to my eye. “Are you serious?”
He shrugs. His wet hair drips onto my shoulder and back. “If that’s what I have to do to get more time with you, then I’ll deal with it.”
I’ll deal with it.In Reid’s words, that’s just about one of the most romantic things he’s ever said to me.
I crane my neck, reaching for a kiss. His hands grip my waist as he ducks his head, obliging me. “I’ll bring him over sometime for a trial sleepover.”
Reid scoffs. “Trial sleepover? He just better not scratch my shit.”
I clamp my lips shut and resume my makeup routine. He’s most definitely going to put a few scratches on the couch downstairs.
“I like your friends,” I say, changing the subject.
Reid walks into the adjacent closet to browse through his clothes. “They’re alright.”
I chuckle at his sarcasm. “Did you know they were swinging by?”
“No. They were headed to dinner and Nikolai asked if he could take one of my guitars to the retreat next week. We’re all driving together, but guess he wanted to pick it up early.”
“I didn’t think you guys were going to be working on music while you’re there?”
“That’s not the plan, but if it happens…” There’s a slight lift at the end of his words, a small bit of hope woven into them. God, I hope that doesn’t get snuffed out next week.
He grabs a few items of clothing and tosses them on the bed before moving to the sink next to the one I’m getting ready at.
“Do you think Jane was serious when she told me she wanted to hang out?” I ask.
He frowns at me in the mirror. “Yeah, why?”
“I don’t know.” I apply another coat of mascara. “I didn’t know if maybe she was just trying to be nice for your sake.”
“She wouldn’t do that just for my benefit.” He flicks his razor on, running it over his jaw and cheeks. “She’s a genuine person.”
“It seems like you two get along well.” He was just ascomfortable shooting the shit with her as he was with Nikolai. She didn’t balk from his biting taunts, instead returning them with fervor.
“Yeah, guess you could say that.” He leans forward to closely inspect the stubble on his face.
There’s something about the way he says it that tickles something in the back of my mind. I grab my hairbrush and run it through my still-drying strands. “Why’d you say it like that?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know, just the way you said it. Sounds like there’s something more behind it.”
He pauses for a moment before continuing to shave. “I mean…yeah, we get along well. Guess I should probably tell you. We’ve uh—slept together.”
I blink. My hand falls from my hair. The bathroom goes cold, despite the lingering steam. “What?”
His eyes meet mine in the mirror, hesitant but unremorseful.
“You slept with Jane?”
“Yeah.”
“Your best friend’s sister.”
“Yeah.”
“Your other best friend’s girlfriend.”
