The Do-Over (The Rooftop Crew #5) - Piper Rayne Page 0,68
examine myself in the full-length mirror that must have been Sierra’s. My makeup is on, my hair is done. We’re not one of these couples who have to resort to this stupid dating where he picks me up and I act as if I’m still putting on lipstick when he arrives.
Taking the small clutch Rian loaned me, I walk out the bedroom door. Dylan is sprawled out on the couch, remote in hand. Rian walks over with a bowl of popcorn, and Dylan slides to make room for her.
That’s what I want. That’s relationship goals for me. The comfortableness of lying around and watching a movie or Netflix. Not some uptight restaurant where I imagine eyes are on me.
“Where are you going?” Rian asks.
“I’m going over there. It’s stupid for me to wait here.”
“But… did you get the card?” Rian asks, biting her lip.
I raise my eyebrows in question. “I did. Thanks for delivering it.”
“So stay and wait for him to get you.”
I wave her off. “Nah, I mean, we were living together for a while. Plus, I’m eager to see him.”
Rian looks at Dylan. “Remember when we couldn’t wait a half hour to see one another?”
He kisses her cheek. “I still can’t wait a half hour to see you.”
Rian giggles and bends down to kiss him.
“That’s my sign. Have a great night.” I leave their apartment and step out into the hallway at the same time Jax is walking down the hall from the elevator.
“Hey, look at you.” His gaze roams over me, but not in a creepy way and definitely not a sexual way. “Hot date?”
“With your roommate.”
He inserts his key into their apartment door lock. “Lucky him.”
I shove him lightly. “Your T-shirts are moving again. The post office lost them but I looked and they’re finally being tracked so they should be here soon.”
Now I want to be there when he reveals them just to see Frankie’s reaction. She’s sure to be annoyed. I don’t know her well, but what I do know makes me think she won’t tolerate his adolescent pranks.
We open the door. I hear the shower on and see a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates on the table.
“Damn, I’m crashing at Dylan’s tonight. You guys can have the place.” Jax opens the fridge and grabs a beer. “Want anything to drink while you’re waiting?”
I shake my head. “I’m good. I think I’m going to go wait in his bedroom and surprise him.” I grin.
Jax groans. “Shit, I’m packing shit and getting the hell out of here before you two go at it before the actual date.” He guzzles his beer on the way to his room.
The shower turns off, so I only have a minute before Knox gets out wearing only a towel. I slip off my shoes so they don’t make any noise on the hardwood. I tiptoe across the room, my heels hanging from my fingers.
I turn the knob of his bedroom door and it creaks a bit as it always does. The room is dark since in winter, Cliffton Heights is dark by five o’clock most days. I slide in and shut the door.
The lamp on the nightstand turns on, and the surprise of the blinding light—as well as knowing it’s not Knox since he’s in the shower—startles me. But the thin figure in the sheets causes me to step back.
“Oh, Kamea, I’m so sorry. Knox wanted to shower before he told you.” Leilani cringes.
I blink a few times to make sure it really is Leilani lying naked in Knox’s bed. “I’m sorry?”
She sits up and the blanket falls, revealing a hickey on her right breast. “I came here to talk to him because of the whole court thing, and it just kind of happened. Guess the flame between us just can’t be extinguished.”
She looks sincere. Like she did after the night she dragged me out of the party. Like she truly wants what’s good for me.
“Are you suggesting that you and he…”
She bites her lip and nods, glancing down at herself as though she didn’t realize the sheet fell. “Whoops, you probably know how crazy he gets in bed. Always throwing me around like he wants to crawl inside me.”
I cough and gag as bile rises up my throat. He’s never like that with me. He holds me with gentle hands, praises my body and how much he loves it. He’s never screwed me in wild abandonment.