She groans, digging her head deeper into the pillow. “I can’t stand her,” she mumbles and rolls over.
“Come on, you have to get up.”
“I don’t think I can feel my limbs,” she says with a hint of humor.
I smile, knowing damn well I worked her body good. “Well, you’re going to have to try anyway. The last thing I need is him catching you in here and busting my balls for days.”
She finally starts to rise, pulling the sheet back up over her chest. “Because you’re embarrassed to admit you slept with his nerdy sister?” Her voice is condescending, and I can’t tell if she’s being her typical smartass self, or if she’s truly offended I asked her to leave.
“What? No. I just don’t want his fist in my face.”
She stands up and wraps the sheet around her body, searching for any remaining clothes on the floor. “Whatever, Travis. I’ll gladly leave your sex lair. Wouldn’t want to taint your name or anything.”
She reaches for the door before I can stop her. Viola turns and looks at me and smiles. As much as I want to, I can’t run after her with Drew in the living room. We both know why Drew can’t find out, at least not right now. He’s going through whatever it is he’s going through with Mia, but he’s also made it very clear he’d never approve of me being with his sister. Although up until a week ago, that was never even a possibility.
I look back at the clock and realize my alarm will be going off in less than three hours. I brush my hands down my face, beyond exhausted. In fact, this has been the most exhausting and draining week of my life.
But I can’t say I’d change being with Viola for anything.
I hear rattling coming from outside my door, startling me awake from my dreams. Remembering them being about Travis.Of course. I roll my eyes, sounding like such a cliché. Dreaming about a guy and even wishing he was still lying in bed with me.
“Viola, you awake?” I hear more pounding and realize Drew’s knocking. It takes me a second to remember that he came back home early this morning, so now he’ll probably want his space back.
“Yeah, just a minute,” I call out, needing to find some clothes first. I rush through my bags and slip on a pair of old pajama bottoms and one of Drew’s old basketball shirts. “Okay.”
He opens the door and wrinkles his nose, looking around. “Smells girly in here.”
“You mean it smellscleanin here? You’re just used to it smelling like sweaty balls and old shoes.”
“Please, Viola,” he says sarcastically, pressing a hand to his chest. “I prefer the termathletic scent.”
I snort. “You can prefer it all you want, but your room reeks like old man dick.”
He laughs and wraps his arms around me. “I knew I missed you.”
“Of course, you did.” I smile. “I missed you, too.”
“Sorry to come home early and ruin your sleeping arrangements,” he says, shuffling his things around. I freeze, wondering if he’s talking about Travis.
“Mysleepingarrangements?” I ask.Does he know I snuck back into his room last night?
“Yeah, I mean, sleeping here. I can dig up my old air mattress out of the basement if you want. Sleeps better than that damn couch,” he says, rubbing a kink out of his neck.
“Oh,” I remark. “Whatever, I’ll be fine.”
I bite my lip to keep the grin off my face. Hell, if only he knew.
No.He can never know.
“So, did things smooth out between you two? Last I heard, Travis was pissed you stayed out all night and brought home some random guy from the bar?”
I face him and scowl. “Don’t get all big brother on me. I’m allowed to go out, you know.”
“Perhaps,” he says, his shoulders rising and falling. “But to me, you’re still my nine-year-old little sister who peed in the Millers’ pool.”
I gasp, laughing and lunging toward him. “You’re such an ass!”
He laughs and shifts his body just in time so only our shoulders collide. “What about you? You’re the one who peed on an electric fence!”
