“Something happened last night.” I can feel a blush spreading over my face at the mere mention of it. “But I shouldprobably start with what happened when Wyatt took me home the other night.”
She stops in her tracks, turning to gawk at me. There’s a piece of muffin stuck to her lip, making her look ridiculous. I flick it off with my finger. She doesn’t even react, too focused on what I just told her.
“Are you going to start talking or do I need to resort to more extreme measures?” she asks.
“What does that even mean?”
She shrugs. “I don’t fucking know. Call Cole, maybe…”
“I’m pretty sure Cole doesn’t want to hear how I cuddled with Wyatt all night and then came while grinding myself on his leg the next morning.”
Riley’s jaw hinges open even more. “Well, fuck.” She shakes her head from side to side. “That sounds hot.”
“It was,” I say, playing the whole thing through my mind like a movie.
“Is he a good kisser?”
I smirk, nodding.
“Good for you, girl.” She smacks my shoulder with the side of her hand that’s holding her cup of coffee. Luckily, none of it splashes on me. “So… what happened last night was with Wyatt?”
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I slowly shake my head from side to side.
“I knew it,” she yelps. I know we’re outside, but there’s no reason for her to be that loud.
“You did not,” I say, rolling my eyes.
She rolls her eyes right back. “I was stone-cold sober the other night. I know you said you were confused about how you felt about all three of them, but it really didn’t look like it was that complicated.”
I let out a heavy exhale.
“So, last night?” she asks, leading me to continue with the story.
I give her the CliffsNotes version of what happened with Linc. Her eyes widen a little more with each detail I feed her.
“You’re in trouble,” she says, fanning her face.
“Yeah, I fucking know,” I groan.
“Who knew you’d be joining the multiple-guy club?” she laughs.
“I am doing no such thing.”
She cocks a brow. “You sure about that?”
I open my mouth to argue, but her phone starts ringing. She shoves the last bite of her muffin into her mouth and tosses the wrapper in a nearby trash can.
She puts it on speaker when she answers with an inaudible greeting.
“Hey,” I say, laughing. “She’s kind of got her mouth full at the moment.”
“Oh, hey Abs,” Cole says, then stops. “Full of what?”
I want to be an asshole and say something that will get him riled up, but we’re in public right now. “Like, a quarter of a muffin.”
“She’s all about the muffins these days,” he says, but it’s said with fondness.
She finally swallows. “Hey.”
