Snorting, I put the hood of my rain jacket up and slid out into the drizzle. Delly didn’t at all bother to hide that she was looking for Cody on the way to the Locc’s front doors, but it seemed he’d disappeared.
“He’s taken, Delly,” I said with a chuckle. “Stop pouting.”
She huffed. “I know that, it’s just… I keep thinking I’llhave a summer romance, you know? But we’re already halfway through June, and there’s just… nothing.”
I opened the doors. “Besides the condom talk when we met, this is the first I’m hearing of your aspirations.”
She pulled her long hair from her hood and fluffed it once we were instead. “I thought Addy might’ve said something, but his brain probably redacted it for his safety.”
I laughed, but it died when she looked at me expectantly and asked, “What’s going on with you and my brother, Miss Indy?”
After he thoroughly wrecked me on the couch over a week ago? Not much.
Because to Adair Jacks, “careful” apparently meant only kissing and a whole bunch of looking.
Mostly in quiet, stolen moments.
A peck to the back of my hand whenever Delly left the room.
Lingering looks across our open bathroom doors every night as we fell asleep together—but apart—to music from my playlists.
And just minutes ago, “careful” was his hand shooting out of his bedroom doorway when I passed by and him yanking me inside before kissing me senseless within the shadow of his open door.
“Why did my brother think he could manhandle you into his room like that without me noticing?” Delly asked. “Even if I hadn’t, the look on your face and your puffy lips when you got in the Jeep would’ve been enough.”
Pulling my hood back, I stared at her, speechless.
She smirked at my expression, victory in her hazel eyes.
“Are you asking me what my intentions are with your brother?” I asked, my tone measured.
Delly studied me for a long moment, the teasingexpression melting off her face. “Depends. Are you planning on hurting him?”
“No.”
After a few more seconds of her probing stare, she looped her arm through mine and tugged us toward the locker room.
“Good. His birthday is Monday.”
I released her to hang up my jacket. “I know.”
June 24th. It was immortalized on a note in my bedside drawer.
“I was thinking birthday dinner by the beach,” she said once we’d changed into our dance shoes and were in the studio. “I already ordered him a cake, but otherwise, he’s impossible to buy for.”
I smiled to myself, thinking of the gift I’d been working on for him in secret.
“When’s Cole getting in?” I asked, knowing the question would rile her up nicely.
Color came to her cheeks as she glared. “Later today. I keep looking around every corner, waiting for a dumbass jump scare.”
She’d been straight with me, so I did the same for her.
“So, you’ve had a crush for a while, yeah?”
Her glare hardened. “Tell no one.”
“To the grave,” I vowed solemnly.
