Conception (The Wellingtons #4) - Tessa Teevan Page 0,21
I remember is you cursing his name after he stole our clothes that night we went skinny-dipping.”
A faint blush creeps onto her cheeks. I’ve never in my life seen Sunny Mayfield blush, so I turn around, wincing as she yanks on my hair, and grin at my best friend.
“Are you blushing?” I tease.
She lets out a groan. “Ugh, he’s so annoying! Why’d you have to remind me of that night? Remember how terrified we were that your dad was going to catch us not only sneaking in, but naked?” She immediately shuts her mouth; then her expression falls. “I’m sorry, Amelia, I wasn’t thinking.”
I take her hand and squeeze it tight. “It’s fine. I promise. It gets a little easier every year. I’m sorry for abandoning you the past four summers. I thought it would be better to stay away. Thought it’d hurt too much coming back here, but the truth is tonight has already been one of the best nights, and I have you to thank for it.”
“I’d throw my arms around you and hug you to pieces, but I don’t want to mess up your hair. So I’ll just smile and say I know it’s not just me you have to thank. Also the gorgeous James Dean lookalike whose eyes were feasting on you all night.”
Now it’s my turn to blush. “James Dean? See, I was thinking more of a young Clint Eastwood. Same piercing eyes, just without the mole.”
“We’re as bad as the guys,” Sunny says, and I burst into a fit of giggles.
“I wonder what Bond girl Joe would say you remind him of. I’ll have to ask. Speaking of, you still haven’t told me how you two got together. Spill!”
Her eyes soften, her fingers toying with the edge of her nightgown. “It was the first summer after the accident. Grandma sprained her wrist, so I took over cleaning for about a month or so. The first time I walked into the house, I don’t know. It was eerie. The walls seemed to close in on me, so I rushed outside for some fresh air only to find Joe standing on the porch. Apparently, he overheard Grandma telling his mom that I was here, and he came to check on me. It surprised me to see him standing there, all big and handsome and annoying. He came to see if I was okay. And that’s when it clicked. That’s when I knew I loved Joe—and probably had my entire life. So I immediately burst into tears. I don’t know if it was from being at the house or the sudden overwhelming things I was feeling. But Joe took me into his arms, wiped my tears away, and told me he loved me.”
She pauses, sucking in her lower lip and nibbling. “And then we had sex in your bed.”
My mouth drops open, and I imagine that my eyes are as wide as saucers. That sweet story took a left turn pretty damn fast. “You had sex in my bed? The first time you slept with Joe?!”
“I’m sorry! One thing led to another and then it just kind of happened.” She’s all starry-eyed, as if she’s picturing the moment right now. “It was amazing. The best. And well, we’ve been together ever since.”
“Did you at least wash my sheets?”
“Of course! Or, well, maybe Grandma did,” she says, her expression sheepish.
I grab a pillow and hit her with it. “Sunny Mayfield, you did not make your grandma wash your sex sheets!”
“I’m kidding! And I promise, after that one time, we never did it here again.”
“You know what? If I fool around with Knox this summer, I’m going to find a way to do it in your bed,” I tease.
She gives me a coy smile. “Yeah, but Joe and I have already done it there plenty of times… And I’ll let you in a little secret. Carpet burns from the felt on a pool table are so worth it. Screwing in the lake? Not so much. On the shore is a toss-up depending on how you feel about washing sand out of your vagina for days on end. The best place though? The back of Joe’s pickup. Underneath the stars, a couple of wine coolers, and a blanket are all you need to have the most romantic night of your life.”
“Good lord, Sunny! Is there any place in Crystal Cove that’s not been spoiled by the two of you?”
“I’m sure there’s a cave somewhere out in the mountains we’ve left