“Sounds good.” I plopped an elbow on the table and cradled my face in my hand. “I could fall asleep out here now that I don’t have screaming kids runnin’ around.”
Jamie snorted. “Rough night?”
I eyed him for a second too long, and a wide grin split his face. I might not have thought of Jamie as anything romantic, but I wouldn’t deny he was cute. Given his all-black clothes and affinity for gloom, on the rare occasion he smiled, he was as bright as a full moon.
“What’d you get up to?” Jamie teased.
Other than the empty picnic area and the rusted-over building in the distance, there wasn’t much around us, and certainly no one to overhear. This place hadn’t changed since the first time I’d been here. There was something settling in old things.
“Ran into Luke last night.”
Jamie raised his brows, and Michael chuckled.
“He kick your ass this time?” Michael asked.
“Nope. That wasn’t what he wanted with my ass.”
“What happened?” they asked at the same time.
“He kissed me.”
Jamie narrowed his eyes. “Were you Asher or Ashley.”
I shrugged. “I mean, I had on a skirt, but a sheer shirt. If that didn’t remind him I don’t have tits, my dick might’ve.”
Jamie cackled to the sky, leaning far to one side like he couldn’t contain himself. Michael shook his head and absently steadied his stepbrother.
“Only you would fall into such shit and come out smelling like roses,” Michael snarked.
“Hardly. He got me all hot and lathered, but we didn’t talk about shit. Everything is still as clear as mud.”
“What a dick,” Jamie scoffed.
“I dunno what to think about it now. I figured he cut out so quick before because he was straight and freaked.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “So what was this last night?”
“Maybe you turned him gay,” Michael growled.
Jamie glanced at his brother, then blushed, which Michael didn’t see since he was too busy studying the forgotten building surrounded by tall weeds.
“I doubt that,” I said, ignoring the tension between them.
“Did he say anything?” Jamie asked.
“Not really. Moaned a few times, though.”
Jamie’s cheeks turned even darker as he snickered. “You text him?”
“No. I can’t do that. I was the one that lied. I said I was sorry, but he hasn’t exactly forgiven me yet. I can’t be the one to reach out.”
“But this …”
“No.” I waved it away. “He tasted like tequila, so he was probably drunk. He won’t remember it today.”
Jamie turned to Michael, who was still pretending to ignore us. “Let’s go see Ash on campus one weekend.”
Before Michael could answer, I perked up. “That’d be fun. I’ll get Percy, and the four of us can have a good time.”
“Could we stay in your dorm?”
