I shake my head. “Life isn’t a Disney movie, Allie.”
My phone dings, and I peer at the screen.
Quinnie
I can be there at 4.
A smile curves my lips. Always so eager.
It’s a date.
“Life isn’t a Disney movie,”she says, her voice a poor mimicry of mine. “And yet there you are, staring at your phone with hearts in your eyes.”
I ignore her, screwing the last board in place. “That should do it.”
“You can’t just ignore me.”
I smirk. “I can, and I will.”
She rolls her eyes and starts placing the pegs into the Plinko board.
“Now, if you don’t need anything else, I’m gonna go home and shower.”
“Fine. But I think you’re both being stupid not admitting what this really is. And if you’re too scared to tell her how you feel, then you’dbetter be prepared to lose her. She’s not the type to wait around here forever.”
Don’t I know it.
Bed, Bath, and Butt Stuff
Tripp
The humidity from my shower still hangs in the air as I lay out all the items on my bed in preparation for Quinn. Anal beads, butt plugs of various sizes, a vibrator, and of course, lube. I want to fill her up, spread her out, and ruin her in every way she’ll let me.
I might end up heartbroken after everything with Quinn is said and done, but I’d learned one thing—Icanfall in love. Icanwant something more. Unfortunately, it was with the woman I pinky swore not to catch feelings for.
The sound of the front door opening pulls me from my thoughts.
“I’m up here,” I call out, eager to see her face when she sees what I have planned for her tonight.
Heavy footsteps sound on the stairs.
“Honey, I hope you’re ready for some fun tonight.”
I turn in time to see someone who’s definitely not Quinn waltz into my room.
“Probably not the kind of fun you have in mind,” Wes jokes. “Expecting someone else?”
“What the hell areyoudoing here?” I ask, frantically stepping in front of the sex toys laid out in a lewd display on my bed.
“I came to see if I could borrow your—" He freezes, eyebrows shooting to his hairline as he takes in the scene behind me.
Quinn was going to be here any minute. I had to get Wes out of here or my entire night was fucked to hell.
“Borrow what?” I ask, desperate to pull his attention away from the bed.
“Oh, uh, a drill. Sawyer has me fixing some shit around the house, but I can’t find her drill anywhere.”
“Yep,” I say, urging him out of the room and away from the bed of butt stuff on display behind me. “It’s out in the garage.”
