Gray watched me, and with a small smirk, he turned back to the sink. The fact that my little brother thought I was losing my head over a girl was sobering.
A girl who didn’t even like me.
A girlIdidn’t even like.
Did I?
My foot tapped off the floor, and I watched Ash as he took our plates to Gray, who frowned at my uneaten vegetables before scraping my plate into the trash.
“You both ready for Houston?” I asked them as I stood. When they nodded, I headed to the front door. “Going to hit Quinn up,” I called over my shoulder as I left.
The walk to Quinn’s dorm house was quick. Her dad had scored her a single-room apartment. She shared a kitchen with three other girls, but her room, living room, and bathroom were her own.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I rapped my knuckles against her doorframe, and she opened it with a smile.
“What’s up?” she asked when I closed the door behind me, and she folded herself into her easy chair.
Wordlessly, I handed her the phone with the Instagram pic. Quinn sniffed in dislike, but she handed it back to me. “It isn’t her.”
I felt my chest ease, and I was more surprised I’d had anxiety about this. “You sure?”
“Yes,” she said as she stood. “Hey, look at this.” She tugged my arm, pulling me to her desk. Picking up one of her textbooks, she showed me a diagram, and I turned both my head and the book to figure out the position.
“This is porn.”
Quinn gave a delighted laugh. “No, it’s deep tissue massage. Be my guinea pig?”
“No.” I studied the pic again. It still looked like porn. “Gross, no.”
“You would do this with Ava in a heartbeat!” Quinn scolded me with a pout.
“Yeah, cause my dick would get hard and then be wet as she or anyone else would be riding it. You?” I shook my head. “That’s like asking me to tongue Aunt Charlotte.”
Quinn started to giggle and ended up holding her sides as she laughed. “Fuck, I think I’m going to vomit.” She wiped her eyes as she straightened and fixed me with a stern glare. “It’s not flattering that you’re not attracted to me.”
“Are you on glue?” I asked her, bewildered. “You’re like my sister, for fuck’s sake.”
Quinn spontaneously hugged me. “And you’re the best brother ever.” She planted a sloppy kiss on my cheek.
“Why you being weird?” I asked as I went and sat down, turning the TV onto the sports channel.
Her smile dimmed, but she forced herself to remain upbeat. “You ready for Saturday?”
“Always.”
She closed her book and stretched out in her easy chair. “You eat?”
“Gray made chicken and spaghetti.”
“Nice.” I watched her as she started to play with her hair. “He make you eat your veggies?”
“Tried. He made asparagus.”
Quinn gagged, and I laughed. “Ash eat his supper?”
“He did, mom.”
“You know he fixates,” she said quietly.
