Her tone softens a little. “Yeah, I do, but I’m not happy finding out about you two like this.”
I cringe. “You didn’t see anything, did you?”
Her eyes roll. “We saw enough. I might have had to hold Allie’s hair back while she puked in the bushes.”
I groan, but Sawyer’s lips are twitching toward an amused smirk.
“So, is that it?” I ask. “That’s all you needed to say?” I’m impatient to get back to Quinn and make sure she’s okay.
She shrugs. “Don’t be so sloppy. Wes won’t be happy if he walks in on you two somewhere.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say obediently and walk back to my truck, like a chastised dog with his tail between his legs.
My boots crunching in the gravel parking lot interrupts Allie and Quinn’s conversation. Quinn’s face is flushed, but I don’t miss the way her eyes shine a bit brighter when she sees me.
“You ready to go?” I ask her.
Quinn nods. “Sure.”
I yank open the passenger door and wait for her to climb in before slamming it closed.
“Don’t be an asshole,” Allie warns. “I’ll side with her every time.”
“Noted.”
“Hoes before bros,” she calls out.
“Jesus,” I mumble as I hop in the truck.
Why is everyone so sure I’m gonna fuck this up?
Gravel cracks under the tires as I pull out of the parking lot. I risk a look at Quinn. She meets my gaze and shakes her head.
“That was probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done,” she says and then bursts out laughing.
I laugh too, unable to help myself when she looks so carefree in the passenger seat.
“How much do you think they saw?” I ask when our laughter finally subsides.
She drops her face into her hands. “God, I don’t know. Allie didn’t seem inclined to say too much. I’m hoping nothing.”
I wince. “That’s optimistic of you.”
“Guess you’re rubbing off on me.”
I reach over and squeeze her thigh. “I’d crack a joke about rubbing one offonyou, but I feel like maybe we need to be serious for a sec.”
Her head snaps in my direction. “Serious about what?”
About us.
I want to scream it. I want to throw myself at her feet and beg her to take us seriously because what we have has become everything to me.
I promised this would be casual, and I’ve never taken my promises to Quinn lightly. But this might be one that I don’t mind breaking.
My face sobers, pulse racing. My skin feels hot and tight all over from nerves. I exhale a long breath. “I think we should tell Wes. Sawyer knows something’s going on between us, and she doesn’t want to keep secrets from him.”
Quinn’s eyes flash with an emotion I can’t place. She slowly shakes her head back and forth, and my heart plummets. “There’s nothing to tell him, Tripp,” she says, voice soft.
