Your place?
Me:
Yeah.
Isabella:
What about my brother?
Me:
He’s downstairs.
Isabella:
Ryan…
I can hear the warning in her voice, the hesitation. It only makes me want her more. I can’t stand the thought of waiting any longer.
Me:
I’ll sneak you in.
Because I’m not spending another night without her when I could be holding her in my arms instead.
I know I’m taking risks. Big risks that could come and bite me in the ass if we get caught. But damn, I’m enjoying the reward.
Another pause. Long enough to make me shift in place, my fingers drumming against my thigh, trying to tap the nerves away. She’s hesitating. I can feel it through the silence. Drawing it out just to torture me—has to be.
Then finally, my phone lights up.
Isabella:
Fine.
A grin tugs at my mouth. She’s coming. Hell yeah.
Me:
Meet me at the back entrance.
I toss my phone on the bed and move fast, glancing at the mirror. Not that I’m trying to impress her or anything—okay, maybe I am. Just a little. I check my shirt, decide it’s fine. Casual enough. Comfortable enough. And, let’s be honest, it’s not staying on long.
My phone buzzes ten minutes later, pulling me out of my thoughts as I try to clean my room up a little.
Isabella:
I’m here.
I don’t even try to fight the grin spreading across my face.
I slip out of my room, heading down the stairs as quiet as I can. The guys are all in the living room, yelling at the screen. Austin’s fully invested, so the volume’s basically maxed out. They’re too locked in to notice me slip past.
Perfect.
I head for the back door and crack it open.
There she is.
