Okay, I need someone to slap some reality at me.
Adriana
Happy to.
Mallory
Is this about the smokin’ hot stepbrother? Because if it’s talking you out of being with him, I’m not gonna be any help.
Mila
Ah, is this the brother that stole you away from my bachelorette party?
Isla
@Adriana, you’re the only one who has some sense, it seems.
Isla
@Mallory @Mila– You guys suck.
Mila
Did you fuck him?
Isla
More like he fucked me.
Consensually, of course.
Mallory
Was it bad?
I pause and bite my lip, and I look up and see Kai walking to the car. Black running shorts, a white tank top that makes his tanned skin with black ink pop even more. His messy light brown hair under a backwards Coyotes hat.
Isla
Not even a little bit.
Mila
So what’s the problem?
Isla
Oh, I dunno, just the fact that he’s my stepbrother. His mom and my dad being married. Nothing serious.
Adriana
Okay, I change my stance, the only sense I’ll be slapping into you is locking that shit down.
Kai opens the trunk and tosses the bag in the back and hitsthe automatic close button before heading to the driver’s side. Climbing in, he leans over the center console and kisses me. “You good?”
“Yep. Just checking in with the girls from last night.” I take his hat and flip it around, then kiss the tip of his nose.
“Did they make it home okay? They seemed pretty tossed when we left them.” Kai pulls out of the spot and heads out of the parking lot. “Costco next.”
