Yeah, that’s what I thought. This girl is mine, and I don’t plan on ever letting her fucking go.
TWELVE
SAVANNAH
“Oh,look, Savannah finally made her way home,” Addie announces as I slink into her apartment at seven the next morning.
Addie lives a few blocks from Camden’s place, so I took the worst walk of shame at six thirty, sneaking out of his room with my heels in my hand. When I opened the front door and the alarm beeped in warning, I rushed down the steps without looking back and ran a full block barefoot. When I could no longer see his house, I stopped and slipped on my shoes. Then, in the scandalous green dress, I walked through Boston, freezing my ass off, wishing I hadn’t been such a tragic whore last night.
Tragic because I didn’t leave like I should have after our first round. Nope. I went another four rounds. And in between, we talked. For hours.
God, I like him.
Like really like him.
“Need coffee and carbs, not necessarily in that order.” I drop my shoes in the corner and rush for the couch where my friends are curled up with blankets and their own mugs.
I knew they’d be awake. Addie rarely sleeps past six, even if she’s out late, because of her years of early hockey practices. Sutton could sleep for another seven hours, but she suffers regularly from majorFOMO, so if she hears a peep, she’s up. Josie? She looks like she could fall asleep with her eyes open right now. She’ll spend the rest of the afternoon napping.
I tug on the edge of Josie’s blanket and plop down beside her, but she rolls to her side, taking her blanket and her warmth with her.
“You smell like sex.”
Addie holds open her blanket, and I gratefully settle beside her. “You do smell like sex,” she agrees, but rather than push me away, she passes her coffee to me. “So how was it?”
I shake my head and close my eyes. Then I take a slow sip and will the caffeine to do its magic.
“That good, huh?” Sutton teases.
“Hey, I’m doing this for you,” I snap.
Her giggles ricochet off the walls. “Right, because it was such a chore to fuck Camden Snow all night.”
I huff. Not in the slightest. It was incredible and amazing, and I’m going to be sore for at least three weeks. But yeah, definitely not a chore.
“I, for one, didn’t sleep with anyone last night,” Sutton says proudly. Her blond hair is piled high on her head, and somehow her makeup still looks perfect.
While I’m pretty sure I look like roadkill.
“And before you ask,” she goes on, “I also didn’t ask Royal what he wanted to name our future children.”
With that one sentence, all my stupid comments from last night come rushing back like a fucking freight train. Fuck. Groaning, I drop my head back against the couch.
Josie perks up. “Oh my god, you asked Camden Snow what he wanted to name your kids?”
“No…” I mumble, mortification sweeping through me. I cover my face with my hands. “I asked if he wanted kids.”
My friends break into squeals of laughter, kicking their feet and sending the blankets to the floor.
I swipe Addie’s blanket and pull it over my head. “I know. It’s so embarrassing.”
Addie yanks the fleece away, the move causing my hair to cling to my face. “What did he say?”
“He said he used to,” I murmur, hastily brushing my wild hair back.
“What?” Josie sits forward, zeroed in on me.
I glare at her. “He said he used to, and then he got all serious for a second.”
