Me: Not your sister.
Bray: I’d be very careful what you say next. We ALL know you’re holding a very LARGE, very flammable candle for SOMEONE’S sister.
Theo: Will someone just tell me what’s going on? And Finn, I love you, man, but a: she’s too good for you. b: she’s vulnerable. And c: stay the fuck away from my sister.
Me: Okay, let’s all take it down a goddamn notch. I MEANT Bray.
Theo: Bray slept with my sister?
Bray: Holy fuck, everyone calm the fuck down. JJ, I’m going to kill you.
Finn: Answer the goddamn FaceTime, Bray!
Bray: I didn’t sleep with your girlfriend. Calm the fuck down.
Finn: Pick up the goddamn phone.
Theo: Wait, Finn, why aren’t you refuting that my sister is your girlfriend?
Chuckling,I drop my phone. That’s what Bray gets for being a shit stirrer and a judgmental prick.
He won’t get a moment of sleep until he talks to Finn and convinces him that he and Hope are not fucking.
I shiver. Okay, definitely don’t want to think about my cousin fucking anyone.
When there’s a heavy pounding sound on my door, the excitement fades a little.
“Don’t get your panties in a wad,” I say as I stomp to the door. “I’ll tell Finn I was fucking with him.”
I throw it open, and rather than finding Bray on the other side, ready to beat my ass, I come face to face with Adeline.
Adeline in an old Bolts sweatshirt that swallows her figure and falls off one shoulder, exposing her soft bare skin. Adeline with her hair up in a messy ponytail, face glistening and free of makeup like she just washed it. Adeline, looking at me like I’ve lost my damn mind.
“What’s this about fucking with Finn?” she questions.
I shake my head and swipe a hand over my face. Fuck, every time I see her, she scrambles my damn brain cells. Everything goes soft inside me.
Okay, noteverything, I guess.
Grasping the doorframe, I grin. “I thought you were Bray.”
With her tongue pressed to her cheek, she looks me up and down, gaze heating. “So this is how you answer the door for Bray?” Her lips twist, mischief flashing in her eyes. “I can see it.”
I duck, assessing myself, and chuckle. I’m wearing a pair of shorts and nothing else. “I just got out of the shower.”
“Ah,” she says, lips twitching. “I’ll get out of your way so you can wait for Bray.”
She turns, that bare shoulder taunting me.
Before she can walk away, I snag her by the elbow, spinning her back. “Why did you come by?”
Her brow creases. “Isn’t it time to call Avery?”
I slide my phone out of my pocket and check the time. Fuck, she’s right. Motioning her in, I head for the bed and get settled. As I hit the FaceTime icon, I pat the spot beside me.
She hesitates, though not for long, before easing herself onto the mattress.
I offer a smile, but Avery’s face appears quickly, and the two of us focus on her.
