“I figured out who Mr. Snuffleupagus is,” he says.
“That was a gimme, and there’s nothing you can say that would embarrass him.” I shut my tailgate, then finger-wave at him. “Toodles! See you tomorrow!”
He doesn’t stop me or talk me out of my clothes, though he does smirk-smile in a way that makes my vagina clench, and I decide it’s in my best interest to not even consider if he has regrets about Friday or if he wants to try to talk me out of my clothes again.
Preferably in a location without leftover containers of powdered cheese from Chandler’s idioticwe’ll add cheddar popcorn to the menuidea.
No.
No.
There is no wishing Grey will talk me out of my clothes again. I amnotbeing rewarded with more orgasms.
And yes, Ididalmost come just by dry-humping him.
Which I amdone thinking about.
Officially.
For real.
The drive to Laney’s house is easy and her roadsandsidewalks are clear after Friday’s snow.
I make myself imagine this neighborhood snowed in to distract myself.
But when I spot Emma’s car in her driveway, I almost want to head back to my house, knock on the wall that I share with Grey, and see if maybe we can hide in a blanket fort together.
Not because I don’t want to see Emma.
More because I’m afraid she’ll tell me she still doesn’t want to see me, and it’s easier to contemplate Grey rejecting me than it is to contemplate Emma rejecting me.
“You’ve got this,” I tell my reflection in the mirror. “You’ve got this.”
We’ve been friends forever.
I know she knows I didn’t mean to hurt her.
Well, Ihopeshe knows.
And the other thing thateveryonehas been telling me lately is thatshe knew who Chandler was. It wasn’t my job to tell her every bad thing he ever did.
My phone dings, and I glance at the readout.
It’s Laney.
I see you sitting in my driveway. COME INSIDE NOW. I’d send Theo out to drag you in, but he’s preoccupied with getting his ass handed to him.
When I don’t move right away, my phone dings again.
I’ll call my mother to come get you if you don’t come inside, and you know she’ll be here before you can back out of the driveway since she’s still upset that I broke my leg.
I almost smile.
And then I brace myself and head inside.
And immediately wish I hadn’t.
“What in the world were you thinking?” Emma shrieks somewhere deeper in the house.
