“Which room is yours?”
I helped the girls move when they wanted their own place, but I put everything in the living room.They said they could handle it from there and I had things to do that weekend.I didn’t fight them.
“What?”Dixie looks up at me with a furrow between her brows.
“Which bedroom is yours?There are three in your apartment.Two on the left and one on the right.Which one is yours?”
“I'm the last room on the left.Why does it matter?”
“Because our closets are only separated by a thin wall.”I grin as I kiss her again.
“Ok…” She trails off, still not understanding what I'm saying.
“What do you think about me putting a door in our closets?Then you can come and go as you’d like and no one will ever know.”
“I think dating a man who’s good with his hands comes with its advantages.”She grins as she shoves me on my back and leans over me.“I'm thinking about how I can be lying in your arms and kissing you when I should be in my bedroom sleeping like a good little girl.”
“Let’s see what I can do.”
Chapter 16
Dixie
Islipthroughthedoor of my apartment and try to shut it as quietly as possible.I toe off my shoes and hang my jacket on the hook before tiptoeing down the hallway.
Roxy’s door opens and she leans her shoulder against the doorframe, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at me.
“Where have you been?It’s after midnight.”
“So?Aren’t you almost always out until after midnight?”I move past her and open my own bedroom door.
“Because I run a bar.We both know you’ll be up early to make breakfast.You never stay out late when you need to work the next day and we both know it.”She follows me into my room and arches a brow.
“Rox, leave her alone.She’s an adult and she doesn’t need to answer to anyone.”Oakley enters my room and plops down on my bed.
“Fine, but when she ends up dead in a back alley somewhere, I don’t want to hear you complain about it!”Roxy spins on her heels and stomps out of my room.A few seconds later, her bedroom door slams shut and loud music begins blaring.
“Umm… What just happened?”I turn my attention to Oakley with wide eyes.
“She’s being super emotional.I think she has her period or something.Who knows.It’s Roxy.Someone might’ve looked at her weird and now her panties are in a bunch.”She rolls her eyes.“So where were you?”
“Didn’t you just tell Roxy to leave me alone and how I didn’t need to answer to anyone?”I grab an oversized shirt out of my drawer and begin stripping.I couldn’t care less if Oakley sees me naked.
“Yes, I did.But I'm nosey and now I’ve changed my mind.”
“Why?”I chuckle.Oakley’s my favorite person in the entire world.She’s so laidback all the time and doesn’t let much ruffle her feathers.
“That was before I saw little bruises that look an awful lot like they’re hickeys on your neck.”She points at my body and my cheeks heat.
I never cared about changing in front of my sisters because I never needed to hide anything.I didn’t realize Storm left any marks on me, otherwise I wouldn’t have changed yet.
What should I say?How do I explain this?
“Tell Storm I said he better treat you right,” she murmurs as she rolls off my bed, landing on her feet.She giggles as she leaves my room without another word.There’s no point in trying to defend myself, it would only make me look more guilty in her eyes.
As I climb in my bed, I check my phone one last time and find a text waiting for me.
Storm: What’s with the loud music?
