“I’ve never had a woman I’m datingwant meto put our relationship first,” confesses my hazel eyed dreamboat.
“I would like it if you did.”
Reluctance to offer his phone to Bryn is non-existent. “Done.”
“Excuse you,” she immediately scoffs. “Do I look like your fucking secretary?”
He tosses her a crooked grin. “No, you look like the Uhura to my Kirk.”
An amused groan is attached to her snatching the device from him.
“Don’t text anyone.”
“Fine.”
“Or change my settings.”
“Less fine,” she playfully sneers.
“Or leave it somewhere weird likeinsidea snow cone machine.”
“One time!” Huffs his best friend. “I did that shitone time!”
“Let’s not make it two?” He cheekily chuckles. “How about we let Singh hold it?”
“And how aboutweget to the ‘holodeck’ before we miss our slot?” I happily suggest.
J.T. links fingers with me, kisses my knuckles, and kindly insists, “Lead the way, beloved.”
Chapter 3
Janae
Regular put-put is definitely an easy pass.
However, glow-in-the-dark withStar Trek: Voyagerthemed décor is an easy yes.
Despite being in second place to my twin.
I swear there’s not a single fucking sport the dude sucks at.
“Fuckme,” grumbles Bryn from where she’s setting up for what will be her third shot at the Kazon hole. “I hate this show. And this shit?!” She stabs her putter in the direction of the giant face cut out. “This bumpity ass nose bullshit only makes me hate it more.”
“Which I didn’t think was possible,” J.T. quietly informs over my shoulder, successfully getting me to snigger.
Rather than interact with her, I angle myself to completely face him. “And which isyourleast favorite from the franchise?”
“Voyager,” he answers on a warm chuckle yet quickly adds, “but I can tolerate itwaybetter than she can.” Post exchanging snickers, he kicks his chin towards me. “What about you?”
“ProbablyEnterprise.”
J.T. overdramatically clutches his chest in shock. “I’ve never heard anyone say that.”
More light laughs freely float through the air, mildly being drowned out by his best friend’s constant swearing.
“I’ve alsonever,” the poke back to our version of getting to know you keeps me beaming, “dated a twin.”
“What aboutfake dated?”
