I’m snapped out of my thoughts when my phone rings from beside me. Seeing that it’s Amelia, I answer it. Over the past few weeks, she and I have gotten closer. She’s nice, and she doesn’t make me feel weird.
“Bitch, pack your bags. You’re coming to my place for a sleepover,” she yells and hangs up.
Demanding much?
Sleep in the same house as Leo? Why do I love the sound of that?
FIVE
TRINITY
“Do we add in the chocolate chips now or later?” Elijah asks, confused, as he holds up the bag of chocolate to me and Amelia.
I came to the triplets’ house three hours ago. It’s eight o’clock. The sun just set an hour ago. Currently, we are in the middle of making chocolate chip cookies. Amelia and I have it under control, but Elijah just stands to the side and watches.
Leo is nowhere to be seen.
He’s probably hooking up with some girl, I tell myself.
Breathe in and out.
That shouldn’t bother me. It’s not like I’m a virgin either.
“Yes,” Amelia says, extending her arm out to her brother as she grabs the chocolate out of his hands. “Give them to me before you eat them all,” she scolds him.
He smiles, popping some he still has in his palm into his mouth.
She pours the chocolate into the cookie dough and stirs it in. “Hand me that,” she demands and points to a cookie sheet.
Reaching over the counter, I lean my arm as far as I can and reach for the pan. You might think I’m short, but I’m not. Their kitchen is so grand that it’s unreal.
As my fingers get a grip on the pan, I feel something drop into my shirt. Let me clarify—in my bra. I look up, surprised. Leo stands across from me with a smirk on his face.
When did he get here? He wasn’t here a minute ago.
I give him a strange look when I see Elijah hand him chocolate.
Leo smirks as he pops another one in his mouth.
Did he just …
I gasp as I reach into my bra and hold up a chocolate chip. He just tossed that into my bra. That means he saw my goodies when I leaned forward.
Oh God.
“What? I thought it was a basketball net.” He shrugs nonchalantly when he sees my frown.
“Perv!” Amelia yells and throws a spoon at him.
He dodges it and chuckles lowly.
His large, tall, toned body sits on the barstool, facing us. He watches as I place my hands on my hips and glare at him. He cocks his eyebrow up in a challenge. I raise my hand and throw the chip at him, hoping it hits his head.
What he does next is something that I don’t expect. He stretches up and catches the chip in his mouth. The chocolate that was just in my bra …
Oh my God ...
Leo licks his lips and never breaks eye contact with me.
