“Aiden? Porch swing? No, Lyss, Aiden had nothing to do with the porch swing breaking.”
“Oh, he totally did. How else do you explain it breaking while you were reading a book? He must’ve loosened the fixings because he wanted to see me fall on my ass. Well, what he doesn’t realize is I have Bluetooth speaker and a plan.”
“Oh no.” I slide down in my seat and cross my arms.
“What? It’ll be easy. All I need to do is sneak into his house, and stuff it in the stair vents. Then I’ll play pigeon noises.”
“Aiden didn’t break your swing.” I sigh, wishing this stupid prank war between the houses would end. “It was me.”
Lyss starts to drive out of our neighborhood. “Yeah, but it wouldn’t have happened if Aiden hadn’t meddled with it.”
“He didn’t though. It broke because… because I was kissing Scotty on it and things got out of hand.”
She brakes, stopping right at the end of the street. “Excuse me?”
“I’m sorry! Scotty said he’d come over on Sunday and fix it.”
“The swing isn’t my problem right now. You made out with hoagie dick Hendricks and didn’t tell me?”
My brows furrow. “Hoagie dick Hendricks?”
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. Explains why you’ve been in a good mood all morning, but damn, you guys kissed so hard, you broke my swing.”
My cheeks heat. “It’s an old swing, and he’s a big guy.”
She raises a brow, but I’m not about to admit that it was probably to do with the fact that I was grinding on him more than anything.
Beep!
The car behind us honks, and Lyss grabs my headrest and turns her body to the back. “I’m moving!” When she sees who it is, her lip curls. “Aiden.”
Beep! Beep! Beep!
“Move it, Alyssa! Unless youwantme pressing up your backside,” he calls, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement, right before another round of honks.
Lyss rolls her eyes and turns back to the front, and turns the corner, muttering under her breath, “If Aiden Matthews ever presses up on my backside, it’ll be because I’ve reversed the car and run him the hell over.”
I bark out a laugh.
“Have you ever thought that having sex with Aiden would make all of this tension stop?” I ask bluntly. We’ve discussed this topic before, many times, in fact, but I always get the same answer.
“I am not fucking Aiden Matthews. Not now. Not ever.”
“Sure. That’s what I said—”
Lyss gasps, not stopping this time. “Hold up, are youfuckingScotty?” She grimaces. “Please don’t tell me that’s what you were doing on the swing because no amount of bleach will get that image out of my mind.”
I roll my eyes. “I didn’t fuck Scotty on your swing.”
I thought about it… too much.
“He’s not fixing it so you can do it, right?”
“We will leave your swing unharmed,” I say, and can’t help the smile playing on my lips.
“Good. Because that swing has survived tornadoes, raccoons, and Aiden’s giant ego. It does NOT deserve to die because you got horny.”
I laugh, shaking my head just as Lyss pulls up to the rec center.
