At this point, that felt like a pipe dream.
“It’s her loss,” Evie said gently.
“Agreed.”
June tucked her legs against her body and balanced her plate on her knee. I could feel them both looking at me now—despite the upsetting dinner, I smiled.
“All right,” I said. “I’ve cried it all out. Life sucks, so does family. We can move on to other things.”
“Mateothings?Levithings?” June chimed.
“Yep.”
“Thank god,” Evie said. “I’ve been dying to know.Dying.”
“Oh,” I said, sitting up slightly. I pointed my fork at her. “You’re a bitch, by the way. Mateo told me you’ve known he’s liked me foryears.”
“That son of a bitch,” Evie groaned.
June let out a soft giggle. “I’ve known too.”
“What?!”
“Girl, we haveeyes.” Evie gave me a half amused, half exasperated look. “Why do you think we encouraged you to make a move?”
“Okay,” I said. “Well,maybe, both of you could have been like ‘Hey, Avery, weknowMateo likes you,’ because that would have made me make a move faster.”
“We did say that,” Evie said.
“We certainly did.” June raised a brow. “We have texts to prove it.”
I made a face and bit into my garlic bread. “Okay, well. I don’t know what to say to that.”
“What you cansayis all the details of what happened. And how Levi fits into all this too,” Evie prodded.
“Okay, so . . .” I trailed off and fought a smile. “Mateo is really fucking good in bed.”
Evie and June screeched and I gripped my plate like a shield so my pasta didn’t fly everywhere from their excitement.
“I fucking knew it!” Evie yelled.
“I knew it! Oh god, I bet he’s got a big dick,” June exclaimed.
They both fell silent and stared at me.
“He does,” I confirmed.
They screeched again and Evie held up her hand. “Not that size matters. He has know how to use it.”
“We all know that flirty bastard knows how,” June said with a grin. “Oh my god. I want all the details. Every single one.”
I smirked and took another bite of pasta before spilling everything to them. Did I spare any details? No. I even told them about Levi interrupting us for baking soda, and how Mateo suggested he join us. I told them about our texts and late night calls over the last week, and how good it felt to be talking to him like this.
“You’re going to get railed by both of them,” Evie said smugly. “I just know it.”
“I don’t know,” I snorted. “I mean, maybe? Maybe not?”
“It’s not amaybe,” June said. “I give it a week, tops. Your birth control better be up to date.”
