“What do you want to do, Mads?” Caitlin asks again.
“I want to do him,” I say with a grin, feeling some of the weight I’ve been carrying lift with the knowledge that I can give us tonight, and we can figure out the rest later. “I mean, I want him, too. In every way. But god, I think if I don’t end up back in his bed tonight, I’ll throw a fit.”
“The sex was really that good?” Sarah asks.
“Sar, there literally are no words. Like, words do not exist in the English language to describe how good it was. I think I landed in another dimension.”
“Fuck yes!” Sophie jumps up from the bed. “Let’s go get you that man.”
“More lip gloss,” Maya orders, standing too. “Eyeliner touchup. And you better be wearing your good underwear under that dress. If you’re going to fuck the football player, you do it wearing the good underwear.”
“I’m no amateur,” I say with a sly smile and a little thrill, because there may be a shit ton of stuff to figure out, but tonight, I’m going to tuck all of that away and do exactly what Sophie says. I’m going to get that man. “I’m wearing no underwear at all.”
“Sarah was right. Absolute queen behavior.” Emmy grins at me and stands, pulling me up from the couch. “And I wasn’t lying earlier when I said you look amazing. Cam is going to swallow his fucking tongue.”
“He better not.” I grin back at her. “He’ll be needing his tongue later for…things.”
“Icon,” Sarah says, shaking her head. “You are an icon, and I want to be you when I grow up.”
I chuckle, tugging down the hateful dress again. “You guys are good for the soul. Are you sure you don’t want to come with Soph and me? Open invitation to party with football players.”
“Ew, no.” Caitlin scrunches up her nose. “Hanging out with Ty and Oliver on a regular basis is more than enough athlete for me. Besides, Jack and I are having a movie night at his house. You know how he is about regular twin time.”
I smile, because Caitlin and Jack’s relationship has always been something special, and then turn to Emmy, Maya, and Sarah. “Any takers?”
“I wish,” Sarah says with a sigh. “I have an anatomy test to study for. Med school is really fucking with my vibe.”
“I have to finish drafting a brief.” Emmy grabs her shoes and starts to tug them on. “I got caught up reading Aunt Hannah’s new book and couldn’t put it down.” Her, Caitlin, and Sarah’s aunt, Hannah Evans, is a famous romance writer.
Caitlin narrows her eyes at Emmy. “You didn’t finish the brief yet?”
Emmy waives her away. “You know I do my best writing when I’m under pressure. I’ll get it done.”
Caitlin, who is allergic to procrastination and has the unfortunate luck of working with Emmy, who thrives on it, rolls her eyes, and I’m one hundred percent sure she’s going to be at Emmy’s house tonight micromanaging her to within an inch of her life.
Maya shakes her head. “I have a date. Late drinks in Shadyside.”
“Is this the architect or the journalist?” Sophie asks.
“Neither,” Maya says. “The architect sent a dick pic, so he was an immediate block. The journalist, it turns out, was married, which I found out in the most delightful way possible when his wife started answering his messages on the dating app. This one is a pediatrician who runs marathons. He seems promising, so he most likely keeps his toenail clippings in a mason jar in his closet or is one of those guys who thinks Hillary lost becauseThe country just wasn’t ready for a female president.” She rolls her eyes and drops back down to the bed, looking up at me. “I’ll be needing every detail of your night tonight because it’s dark out there.”
“You’ll have them.” I lay a hand on her shoulder because her tone is flippant, but I can hear the frustration under it. “Assuming I don’t freak out and run.”
“No way in hell.” Sophie links her arm though mine. “I’m your ride or die, Mads. I would never let that happen. We are getting you laid, come hell or high water.”
“Hear, hear!” Maya says, lifting her Coke can.
I laugh. “Only the bestest of friends would cheer for your impending night of dirty, dirty sex.”
“Bet your ass,” Sarah says with a grin, linking her arm through mine on the other side.
“Best friends forever.” Emmy twirls my hair so the waves fallperfectly and gives me a discerning look before smiling and nodding. “Perfection.”
“Always,” Caitlin says.
Their confidence gives me a boost, and I feel a little frisson of excitement, an image of Cam flashing through my brain and making my stomach swoop as I finish getting ready for whatever the night has in store.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
