“So, how about we have sex where they can’t overhear us?” Did I mention it was fun to watch Holly getflustered?
“Not happening.” She turned around, grabbed her phone from the nightstand, and tapped away onit.
“What are you doing?” Iasked.
“Checking my schedule for the next fewdays.”
“Schedule?”
“You know, when you figure out what you’re going to do that day, week, month, or year, and write it in your calendar. I don’t have to explain what a calendar is, right?” Now it washerturn tosmirk.
I snorted a laugh. “Other than your grandmother’s funeral, you’re pretty much on vacation. So unless you’re scheduling in us having sex, what do you need a fucking schedulefor?”
The horrified expression on her face was priceless—not to mention adorable and an utter turnon.
Right. Who was I kidding? Everything about her was an utter turnon.
“Do you even know how to survive a few days without a schedule?” I asked, but I might as well have asked if she knew how to blow fire out of her ass. “Have you ever done anything impulsivebefore?”
She sniffed at that. “I asked you to pretend to be my fiancé. I’d say that’s prettyimpulsive.”
I shook my head. “That wasn’t impulsive. That was you panicking when you found out your mother was planning to marry you off to Wilfred the friggin’Third.”
“What about when I had sex with you?” she shotback.
“Doesn’tcount.”
She frowned. “Whynot?”
“You weredrunk.”
She couldn’t argue against that. “Just because I’m not impulsive like you doesn’t mean I’m not capable of being impulsive.…I just prefer to know what I’m doing next. But anyway, it doesn’t matter. Suffice to say we’re completeopposites.”
That wasn’t completely true, but instead of pointing that out, I went with, “And we know what they say about opposites…they’re explosive between thesheets.”
“I guess we’ll never find out,” she fired back, either forgetting we already had found out, or ignoring the truth—that the one night between us had been more thanexplosive.
At least from what Iremembered.
A thoughtful expression crossed her face. “All right, I’ll recant the no-sex rule—but only while we’re here. As soon as we return to San Francisco, we go back to just beingfriends.”
Works forme.
9
Holly
There were somany things to love about Australia. The not-so-great thing about the country? It was nearly impossible to have outdoorsex.
And who wanted to have sex with the possibility of a tarantula looming closeby?
So that was why on the day of Nanna’s funeral, while everyone was in the living room celebrating her life, Josh and I were heading toward the staircase. Destination? My privatebathroom.
“Holly,” Aunt Sarah said, walking toward us across the polished tile floor in the foyer. And more importantly, blocking our escape route. “I’m sorry for yourloss.”
“And so am I,” my cousin Liaadded.
“Thank you,” I said. “She’ll be greatly missed.” How I kept from sounding like a recorded message after hearing so many wishes of condolences was beyondme.
