Lex nods. "Yes. That fits. It keeps that bad boy thing he's got going on and it's sexy too."
I turn to Sebastian and see he's looking at me with just a tip of his lips to the right. "I like it."
"Good! Bash, it is," I give him a quick hug and feel him smell my hair. There's that line again. He's been skirting it the last couple of weeks and if I'm not careful, I'm going to start to like it.
I stand up and go back to my chair. "Let's finish this pizza before it gets cold. I've got a ton of homework to get through."
"Oh screw that," Lex says. "You have one class tomorrow and I know for a fact your homework is already done. We're going to gorge on pizza and popcorn and soda and ice cream and watch a movie. It's been a long week for all of us, it seems."
Lex has secrets—ones she's not ready to share yet and I can respect that. She knows whenever she's ready, I'm here to listen and support her however she needs. Just like she's done for me even though Cam is her brother.
"Sounds like a plan," Bash tells us.
"No she-whores tonight?" Alexa teases.
"Nah. I'm taking a break from that."
"What?" I ask. "Did you have another clinger? Poor Bashy."
He narrows his eyes. "You know I can still reach you from here right?"
I'm sure he could and he'd tickle the hell out of me for that, but I think he knows I'm not a huge fan of tickling. He's cut way down on that.
"I know," I tell him, lifting my chin and taking a bit of my pizza.
He chuckles at my false bravado.
"What movie?" I ask Lex.
"Jurassic World," she states, her tone makes it possible for her to leave off the "duh".
"More Chris Pratt for Alexa," Bash teases.
"He is so fine," she purrs. "I'd do him seven ways till Sunday and come back for thirds."
I laugh. "What happened to seconds?"
"I'll seconds the hell out of him."
"Damn," Bash snickers.
"That's one serious crush," I say aloud.
Bash leans over to me as Lex gets ready to put the DVD in. "She does realize he's married, right?"
My eyes widen and I shake my head.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear you say that because if you had said that, I'd have to cut out your tongue," Lex states flatly.
I think she'd really do it.
"I didn't say a thing," Bash tells her, then pulls me over to the sofa by him. "You can't see from there." He grabs my plate of pizza and hands it to me.
"Thanks. I'll just be your ragdoll you can whip around at your will," I mock.
"More like a porcelain doll he'd put on a pedestal," Lex murmurs so quietly I almost don't hear her—and because of what she's said, I pretend I don't.
"What was that?" Bash asks.
