His phone buzzes again, and this time his deep chuckle makes me wonder what that sound would feel like vibrating along the inside of my thigh.
"What's so funny?" I manage to ask like I'm not currently imagining that voice doing very un-sisterly things to my nervous system.
"Your brother." He tilts the phone my way, and I catch a glimpse of their text chain, grateful for the distraction from my traitorous thoughts.
Me
Storm’s brutal. Stopping for the night.
Nick
Keep it PG with my sister
Me
Hey, I can only control myself Who's going to tell her to keep it PG with me? Half an hour in a confined space and she already tried to put me in fifth gear
Nick
What? The? Fuck? Does? That? Mean?
Me
Gotta go my, dude I'll let you know when we head to bed—er, find a bed. I mean, find a room.
Nick
Dead man texting
Me
Relax. We're not you guys. We can handle one night without shoving Tab A into Slot B.
Nick
is not slot B
Me
Hey, maybe she likes it in Slot C. I wouldn't want to presume…
Nick
Whatever you shove in her Slot C, I shove in yours. Remember that.
Me
I wonder if Holly’s more of girl or maybe she’s Olympic level
Me
Go big or go home, am I right?
Nick
Now, what the hell do those emojis mean?
Me
