She lifts her hands and shrugs. “I will be one someday.”
“That must be why it’s so easy for me to talk to you,” I confess. “Even though you’re mean to me when we’re in public.”
She snorts at my comment. “I’m not mean to you, Drake. I just didn’t like you at first. Do you blame me? I thought you were a walking STD, only to find out that couldn’t be further from the truth.”
I type out a quick message to Trent, telling him I’ll be home in time for the Greek Fair. Every year the sororities and fraternities host a fair in the Quad to raise money for charity.
“Are you going to the fair?” I ask Taylor.
She unhooks one leg from the other and stretches them out on the floor, her arms raised above her head. “Bex mentioned it. But we have to get to practice first. Actually, Bex should have been home by now. I guess Parker is holding her captive.”
Taylor slides off the bed, still dressed in the spandex shorts from last night that ride up her long, toned legs. She has basketball player legs, every curve sculpted to perfection. I can’t stop staring at her body from her toned thighs to her full lips and perky tits.
She snaps her fingers in front of my face. “Hey, buddy, up here.” Taylor points at her eyes, and I have to laugh at the bossy look on her beautiful face.
“Stop calling me buddy.”
“What should I call you instead?”
“How about my name?”
“You know what I started calling you last night in my head?” A devious look crosses her face.
The corner of my mouth pulls up into a crooked grin. “No, but please, share.”
She moves in front of me, her hands on her hips as she stares me down. “My gentle giant.”
I laugh. “Oh my God… you sound like my mom. Please don’t start calling me that.”
“What?” She cocks an eyebrow at me. “You’re a giant… and not as rough as I was expecting. The name kinda fits.”
“I guess anything is better than Big Guy.”
“And why is that?”
“Because that’s what my mom calls my dad.”
“So, does that make you Little Big Guy?” She tilts her head back and laughs. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that, but that would be funny.”
“No, she calls me Drakey. I hate it. But I also kinda like it because it’s her name for me.”
Standing in front of me, she makes room for herself between my legs and grips my shoulders. “Sounds like you’re close with your mom.”
“Yeah. She’s awesome. A little different, but definitely one of the cooler parents. All of my friends have a crush on her. And it doesn’t hurt that she writes nasty romance books that now all of them have read and imagine her in them.”
Taylor’s laughter shakes through me. “What’s her name?”
“Sydney Donovan but she writes under Sydney Carroway, her maiden name.”
Taylor covers her mouth with her hand and gasps. “Holy shit, your mom is Sydney Carroway.” When she squeals, I cringe. “I love her books. They’re so hot and funny. Damn, so your dad is the guy in all of her books then, huh?”
I turn my head away from her and sigh. “Yeah, unfortunately. The whole thing grosses me out. Sometimes, I even hear them talking about things they need to try for her books.”
She makes a sound that’s a mixture of laughter and gagging. “That’s awesome.”
I look up at her, shaking my head. “No, not even close. You do not understand what it’s like to live with them. She even recruited my sister to help her plot and write books. They do it together now.”
“Well, that’s kinda weird if she’s writing about your dad.”
