a finger and opened the fridge. “Okay, so I have . . . shit.”
“Oh I’ll take that, with a side of mayo, thanks.” She laughed.
“Are you making fun of me?”
“I would never.”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s always going to be like this, isn’t it?”
“What?”
“Arguing. You can’t help yourself.”
“I like to have the last word.”
“Believe me.” I shut the fridge door. “I know.” I looked around the empty kitchen. “So, pizza?”
Gabs held up her hand for a high-five.
I slapped it, then sent a text to Domino’s. Whoever was in charge of their social media deserved free pizza for life.
Within fifteen minutes we had three extra-large pizzas with enough pineapple to hold a luau.
Gabs was facedown on the couch, groaning, while I put the leftovers away and searched for wine.
She’d eaten two pieces.
I counted.
When I yelled at her to eat more, she threw a pineapple at my face and said that her stomach still felt weak.
I prayed it wasn’t because of me.
But because of what happened in the parking lot.
Whatever. I needed to get over myself.
“I should get going,” Gabs moaned from the couch, unmoving. “But for some reason my head is in love with this position.”
I grunted. “You’ve probably just made that cushion’s year.”
She raised her hand above the couch and gave me the finger.
Laughing, I finally located two glasses and the wine I’d been hunting for and poured her a hefty glass.
She sat up when I turned down the lights and came around the couch. “What’s this?”
“Peace treaty?” I handed her the glass, then clinked mine against it. “No insults until the morning, and then we’re back to suiting up.”
“Cover your man parts.” Gabs took a long swig, and her throat moved as liquid poured down it. For some reason I found the entire movement erotic.
“Aw, but I thought you liked it when my man parts were all . . . exposed.”
“Ew.” Gabs took another drink and put the glass down. “Don’t say ‘exposed’ ever again. Not alone, not in a sentence, not ever.”
I rolled my eyes and reached for the remote, but Gabs suddenly shoved me out of the way, nearly spilling wine all over the floor in an attempt to beat me to the punch.
“Shit!” I yelled. “Are you four?”
“No!” Gabs yelled. “No ID channel!”
“Gabs”—I set my wine down and calmly tried to wrestle the remote from her hand—“it’s educational.”
“It’s horrifying!”
“Only if you fall asleep with it on.”
“Twice! Twice I thought I was getting murdered.”
I tugged the remote harder. “Not my fault you have an overactive imagination.”
She glared, then released the remote and stood. “I should be getting home anyway.”
I smiled and leaned back against the couch. “Sure thing.”
“Lex?”
“Sunshine?”
“Aren’t you going to drive me home?”
“I’ve got a bike out back.” I snapped my fingers. “Oh, wait . . .”
Her eyes narrowed. “Low blow.”
“Mmmm.” I put my hands behind my head and closed my eyes. “Say ‘blow’ again.”
“Swear on Ian’s life I will shove this remote control up your nose and cause more brain damage than you already have.”
“That sounds really erotic. Fun fact: did you know the nose has more nerve endings than—”
With a shriek Gabs launched herself onto me, straddling my body with her short little legs and shoving a pillow across my face.
Laughter exploded from me. Did she really think she could suffocate me? She was a quarter of my body weight . . . Okay, not really, but pretty damn close.
“A little to the left,” I instructed as she kept smothering. “Ah, right there, yes, yes, yes.”
The pillow suddenly dropped, and Gabs huffed out a breath. “I give up. You’re impossible to kill.”
I shook my head. “If I had a penny . . .”
Gabs looked down at her hands, the hands she had placed against my chest. I was afraid to move.
I think she was too.
We’d crossed a line, but this time we both were very well aware that there was no net, no going back, nothing.
And the nothing was scary.
Even for sluts like myself.
Possibly scarier, because it was uncharted territory.
“Lex,” she exhaled my name, sending shivers along my spine. “I—”
“Stay,” I whispered.
“What?” She blinked as if she didn’t quite hear me correctly. “Did you just ask me to—”
I pressed a finger to her mouth. “I believe I said ‘stay,’ the same command you give a dog—not that I’m making that comparison, just giving you the word in a sentence, sort of like, ‘Spot, stay.’ Doesn’t mean the owner’s going to take advantage of Spot or that Spot has to perform