Sliding my cell from my jeans pocket, I check the time. It’s past eleven p.m.
“Did they say when they’d be back or if they needed a ride home?”
Greg looks at me with disbelief. “A ride home? They’re only a few blocks away, and they can grab a taxi if they need it.”
When I first showed up here, I kind of liked Greg. Now that I’m getting to know him better, I’m tempted to ask if he’s related to Tristan.
“Do you not give your girlfriend a ride home when she needs it? It’s not like you’re busy tonight.” I cock my head at the bay window overlooking downtown Vancouver, rain thumping down on the sidewalks. “Did they take an umbrella out with them?”
He scoffs at me and sits back on the couch, picking up the TV remote and switching to a random channel playing music videos. “Dude, I can’t even remember what my girl was wearing when she left. Whether she was carrying an umbrella sort of passed me by.”
Out of respect to Marley and Drew, I smile at Greg and refrain from saying what I really think.This guy is a dick.
Marley can do so much better—even I can work that one out in the short time I’ve known him. Being honest, it surprises me that Coach and Mia haven’t told Marley to dump this loser, but then again, they aren’t the type of people who would try and control who their daughters do and don’t date.
I hope that autonomy extends to me when they eventually find out about the feelings I harbor for Drew.
“Oh my God!” Marley’s joyful—and really loud—voice echoes down the hallway before the apartment door slams shut, and then I hear Drew whisper something I wish that I could make out.
Setting the bottle of beer on the coffee table in front of me, I sit forward and rest my elbows on my knees, trying to get ahold of myself.
Why am I nervous to see her?
“They’re definitely his sneakers, Marley!” This time, I hear Drew clearly, and my heart leaps into my throat.
Is she excited to see me too?
“You gave him your address?! You didn’t tell me that!” Drew attempts to whisper, but fails miserably.
“You realize that we can hear every single word you’re saying, right?”
Both Marley and Drew fall silent as soon as Greg points out the obvious, and Marley is the first sister to appear in the living room doorway.
Seriously, how her outfit isn’t imprinted in Greg’s brain is beyond me. She looks freaking stunning in a red dress that hits mid-thigh with a sweetheart neckline.
“Hey.” She waves a tentative hand at me, and that’s when I set eyes on the girl I chased across North America.
Holy fuck.
Gold has never looked so breathtaking as it does on my girl, who walks into the living room, wearing a matching two-piece miniskirt and cami. I feel sure the outfit is one of Marley’s, and, goddamn, I bite down on my knuckles—the only way I can keep from verbalizing thoughts that are only meant for Drew.
Looking a little awkward, she stands in front of me, and all I want to do is plant my hands on her hips and pull her between my parted thighs like I know she’d love.
Marley grabs Greg’s hand, peeling him off the couch and marching them toward the doorway. “I think we should leave Will and Drew to talk.”
She points down the hallway. “Will, Drew has been using the inflatable bed, but if you want to crash on the couch, then there are some extra pillows and blankets in the closet on the right.”
Drew burns red, and I want to burst out laughing at how freaking awkward this whole situation is.
My girl tries to act cool with a casual smile. “Yep, Marl, thanks for that, but I think we can take the sleeping arrangements from here.”
With one last wave, Marley and Greg exit the living room and close the door behind them, their voices growing fainter until I hear another door close. All that remains is the noise from the streets outside and the thump of my pulse as it pounds in my ears.
“Hi,” I say, rising from the couch and standing in front of Drew.
Her hair is pulled into a braid tonight, which rests over one shoulder. She’s wearing more makeup than usual, and it’s applied similarly to Marley’s.
“You covered my marks on your neck,” I point out, desperate to make more.
