Somehow, swapping random life stories, arguing over our favorite foods, and talking about stupid, mundane shit had actually made me feel more connected to them. And that was the part that scared me most. Because easy meant I’d start wanting more.
I was in the back seat with her, close enough that her knee brushed mine every time the truck hit a bump.
“My mom texted.” Dirks glanced at me in the rearview. “She said she’d have dinner waiting for us, unless you guys wanted to wait until morning.”
“No way,” Luna said around a mouthful of carrot, grinning as she shoved another in. “Let’s do it.”
Her words from the hallway wouldn’t stop replaying—I love you, Dirks.
Jealous? Maybe. I wasn’t supposed to be, but jealousy never announces itself—it just seeps in.
It looked so easy for her with him. With me, everything was sharp edges and second-guesses.
And maybe that was my fault.
Hell, it wasdefinitelymy fault.
“What’s in your head?” Luna glanced at me.
“Nothing.”
It wasn’t nothing. It wastoo much.
She studied me for a second longer, but I kept my gaze fixed out the window. The truck fell quiet for a beat.
Then Luna cleared her throat lightly. “Well… I’m not wearing a bra.”
Dirks barked a laugh.
I turned my head slowly toward her. She bit her cheek, trying not to grin, clearly pleased with herself for throwing a conversational grenade into the silence.
My gaze dropped to the hem of the flowy pink and yellow maxi skirt draped over her thighs.
“It took you this fucking long to tell me?”
Dirks snorted from behind the wheel.
I let my eyes move back to Luna—yellow cropped sweater, tiny buttons down the middle, the soft cling of fabric over a body I was already thinking too much about. My gaze dipped lower, catching the faint outline through the knit.
“You gonna swerve us off the road if I keep looking?”
“Nah,” Dirks said easily. “I’m good.”
Luna leaned back, smug as hell. “We’re going to tell him exactly what’s happening.”
Dirks grinned. “Better get the tension out, you’re in a better mood after anyway.”
“No way, he’s not. Last time he left, remember?”
“Hate to break it to you, Lune,” Dirks said, eyes flicking between us in the mirror, “but he’s got nowhere to go now.”
He wasn’t wrong. The truth was, sex got me out of my head. Always had. For a few hours, it was quiet.
I leaned over in the back seat, unbuckled my belt, and muttered toward the front, “Drive safe, Dirks.”
I turned to my right, where Luna sat pressed close beside me, and went straight for the buttons on her yellow sweater, popping them open one by one until the last one gave.
Her tits spilled free, begging to be in my hands.
