Harlow?
Harlow.
Jax’s sister, Harlow.
“Wha…” I cleared my throat and tried again. “What are you doing here?”
She tilted her head, eyebrows raised. “You don’t remember?”
“Remember what?” My voice cracked like a fourteen-year-old boy. I yanked the sheet up to my chest, suddenly very aware I was naked. “Harlow, why are you…” My gaze dropped to the towel she was still wearing. “Where are your…” The panic set in. “Oh fuck, did we…”
I couldn’t finish that sentence. Jax was going to fucking kill me. My best friend since we were eight was going to bury me in the woods and tell everyone I moved to Canada.
“We came back here and kept drinking…” She paused, biting her bottom lip. “I was kind of hoping you’d remember because I got nothing.”
“Okay.” I stumbled to my feet, tugging the sheet with me and wrapping it around my waist. “So maybe nothing…” The words died in my throat as my gaze froze on a small red stain on my bed.
All the air left my lungs in a rush. My gaze lifted to Harlow, who was staring at the same spot, her face pale.
“Were you... Are you a virgin?” My eyes went wide. “Wereyou a virgin?”
Her face answered before her mouth could.
“Oh, fuck.” I spun away, running both hands through my hair hard enough to hurt. “Fuck.This is… This is so many levels of fucked up I can’t even…”
“We don’t actuallyknowanything happened…”
“Seriously?” I whirled back, pointing at the bed. “That’s a pretty compelling piece of evidence. That’s like CSI-level shit right there.”
“Okay, but…”
“What am I going to tell Cam?”
“You said you two were over.”
“Weareover, we’re...” I dragged a hand down my face. “Neither of us has actually pulled the plug yet. It’s complicated.”
“Sounds simple to me. You tell her it’s done. Don’t mention this.” She gestured vaguely between us.
“Right.” I grabbed boxer briefs from my dresser and turned my back to put them on. “Right now you need to get dressed, and we need to get you out of here before Jax shows up and realizes you spent the night and decides to kill me with his bare hands…”
Her towel hitting the floor echoed through the silence.
My eyes betrayed me, glancing over my shoulder. Her bare back. Soft curves. A small heart tattoo on her lower back that I’d definitely never noticed before, because I’d neverlookedbefore.
“You have a…” I spun back around so fast I almost fell over. “Jesus.Harlow.”
“It’s a tattoo. I got it when I turned eighteen.”
“I’m not… I wasn’t…” I stared at the wall like it held the secrets of the universe. “Just... clothes. Put on clothes.”
“I’mtryingto,” she said, and I could hear the eye roll. “You’re the one making it weird.”
“I’m making it weird?I’mmaking it weird?”
“Yeah, you are.”
I waited, counting to thirty, then risked a glance over my shoulder. Fully dressed.
