I smile behind my eyelids.
Theo is funny.
“Why did he make her wait so long?” I ask Theo.
“No idea.”
“Does he make her happy?”
“Fucking better.”
“Fucking better,” I agree.
Theo chuckles.
It’s warm and rumbly and it makes my belly tingle. And that’s not just the kitty cats on my lap.
They’re warm and rumbly and making my thighs tingle.
Not my belly.
Only Theo’s chuckle makes my belly tingle.
“Kitty time’s over, Laney,” Theo says quietly. “C’mon. I’ll put you to bed.”
“That’s dangerous.”
“Why?”
“Because drunk Laney likes you.”
“Sober Theo will keep his distance.”
“Drunk Laney doesn’t want you to.”
“Drunk Laney will thank me in the morning.”
17
Theo
You knowwhat makes for a long night?
Tossing and turning for what feels like days, trying to fall asleep on the floor so you don’t give in to temptation and pull your sister’s best friend into your arms because she’s so fucking irresistible, only to have her fall out of the bed and on top of you five minutes after you finally fall asleep.
Worst part?
She barely wakes up.
Even through me getting her back to bed.
When the soft mumbles in her sleep tell me she’s getting close to the edge of the bed again, I get up before she can succeed at falling out a second time and scoot her closer to the center.
But when she loops an arm around my arm, snuggles it, and sighs contentedly?
Fuck me.
I do the thing I know I shouldn’t do, and I crawl into the bed with her.
