“I was just saying the same thing!” Mother chimes.
“All the more reason to go with me today, so I can make it up to you,” he says, striding into the room with his arms open wide. He’s wearing a pair of black bathing suit bottoms that make his legs look even more tan with his tattoos he has trickling down from his thigh, and a white button-down collared shirt that has the top two buttons unhooked. I nearly choke on the air surrounding me.
“You ok, Everlee?” my mother asks.
“Yea. All good.”
Callum tosses a wink at me. “Good morning, Everlee,” he says, smirking.
Ok well, everyone has a shit-eating grin on their face except my mother, who is chipper as fuck. If the rest of the house heard us, then she would have had to… right?
Beckett and Will are cuddled on the couch, watching an episode of Ted Lasso, and start laughing hysterically. It looks like one I haven’t seen yet. I’ve been putting off the last season because I don’t want it to end, and I don’t want to watch now, but their laughter and the red strings on the television pull me in.
“I’m crying,” Beckett says, wiping tears from his eyes.
“What’s with the red string?”
Will starts to speak, but Beckett places his hand over his mouth. “We can’t tell her. She needs to experience it from the beginning.”
Beckett flips off the tv and turns to look at me. “Morning sis.”
“Why the fuck does everyone keep wishing me a good morning?”
He clutches his chest and looks at me. “Because it’s the polite morning greeting, when someone over sleeps the rest of the house, and is the last one down.”
He wasn’t being a smartass. “Sorry. I just thought…” I plop on the couch beside him, putting my head on his shoulder.
“Thought I was giving you a hard time about fucking one of the men so goddamn loudly last night. It woke me up from my slumber.”
My face flushes ten shades of red. “Fuck. You think mom heard?”
“Well, she’s getting older, but she’s not deaf. The house was damn near shaking Ev. What were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t?”
“No shit.”
“Why is she in such a good mood, then?”
“Probably because she’s panicking on the inside wondering what kind of hussy she raised.”
“You aren’t helping.”
“I’m not trying to. I have to use this instance of your fuck up to my advantage, so when I do something bad, she will be like… well, it wasn’t as bad as that one time Everlee fucked a guy right beside my room.”
“It was diagonal.”
“Close enough.”
“Maybe she thinks it was Lizzy.”
“Who’s ready to eat?”Mother chimes carrying over a platter of waffles.
“That’s what she said,” Beckett whispers.
I roll my eyes and shove him on the couch. “That doesn’t even make sense.”
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