Page 74 of Choosing Skyler

“Skyler! Are you okay?” Brady shouts through the locked door.

I clear my throat and answer him. “We’re okay.”

“Open the door, Beautiful. Let meseethat you’re okay,” he says desperately and my heart sinks.

As soon as I flip the lock, he’s pushing into the room, his eyes scanning me from head to toe before landing on my face. When he locks his gaze with mine his eyes flash with fire. He lifts his hand and runs his fingertips across my cheek.

“I thought I was the only one to make you blush like this,” he says huskily.

“Oh, youdid,” Tracey says from the other side of the room through a fit of giggles.

When Brady’s expression turns to confusion, I roll my eyes and shrug. “Girl-talk,” I tell him as if that explains it all.

He grins like the devil. “Okay. I’ll leave you to it, then.” He winks and turns to leave. Before the door closes, he looks back over his shoulder. “Get those jeans. They look fantastic.”

The door swings closed, and I hear him telling Devon that we’re fine as they walk back up the hall. I turn back to Tracey to give her the riot act but stop at the sight of her fanningherblushing face.

“Shit, Sky. I thought Brady was a golden retriever type but he’s a damn bulldog,” she says, sounding a little breathless.

I can’t help it. I laugh. “He’s both. I guess that makes me a lucky bitch.”

She gets herself together and comes over to hug me. “I’m so glad you came today. I miss this.”

“Me too. You don’t think I’m afreak?” I ask her, wanting her honest opinion.

She waves me off. “We’re all freaks, Sissy. Everyone has kinks and fetishes. Even the ones that won’t admit it to themselves.”

I raise my eyebrows at her in question.

“Um… Okay… You think you’re a freak because you get off on rough sex and being a ‘good girl’? What does that make me for getting off on watching two guys make out?” she says, raising a brow, waiting for me to process.

This time it’s me that shouts, “Oh my God!” I slap my hand over my mouth. Then, I lower my voice to a whisper, “Devon?”

She nods.

“And…Joey?”

She nods again.

“Iknewit! He’s had a thing for him forever, but he would never admit it,” I tell her.

“Yeah, that’s partially my fault. We’re figuring it out.” She shrugs.

“I’m so sorry, Tracey. I feel like such a shit friend,” I tell her, feeling my chest tighten.

“Don’t. We all messed up, but we’ll be okay. Probably better than okay the way it’s all worked out,” she tells me with a wink.

I shake my head. “I think Devon is rubbing off on you.”

Then, I fall into giggles when I realize how that sounded. She blushes and points to the clothes still hanging on the hook. I finish trying on the clothes and we exit the fitting room in a fit of girly giggles, finding Devon and Brady standing at the end of the hall with their arms crossed like two Sentinel bodyguards. They relax when they spot us walking toward them. Brady smiles at me as Devon’s eyes narrow on Tracey.

I bump Tracey’s shoulder with mine and whisper, “It looks like you’re in trouble, Tracey.”

She bumps me back, whispering, “Oh well, we can’t all be good girls.”

And we’re giggling even louder as we reach the guys.

Brady

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