Page 100 of Replay

The back door to my dad’s house closes, and the most beautiful girl in the world walks out with a tray of food.

“Who wants a sandwich?” Berkley calls out, setting them on the patio table.

Graham hops out of the pool and over to the food before she even finishes her sentence.

“Nate, I’m glad you got your shit together because you are the luckiest son of a bitch I know,” Graham mumbles with a mouth full of food.

“Trust me, I know,” I say with pride as I stare at my gorgeous girl, who gives me a knowing wink.

“I just got off the phone with Bellamy. She can’t come tonight, but she’ll be here tomorrow,” Berkley tells us.

“In time for our appointment, right?” Willow asks.

Berkley nods, chewing a bit of her sandwich before she can speak again.

“Yep, she said she’ll get up first thing, so she’ll be here in plenty of time.”

“Is Berkley getting a tattoo too?” Nola asks from where he sits, tossing the football in the air to himself. The girls have been planning a matching tattoo for a few months now, so Willow was super excited to get them on the books for her artist during our spring break.

Willow shakes her head, briefly glancing in my direction, like she’s embarrassed of what she’s about to say.

“We’re getting our nipples pierced together.”

My eyebrows raise in surprise, about the same time Graham chokes on his sandwich.

Welp, I didn’t see that coming.

“You know no one can touch them for, like, months after, right?” Graham asks, and Berkley lets out a laugh, pointing at the incredulous look on my face.

“Graham, shut the fuck up,” I growl, because nipple play discussion involving my baby sister was not on my bingo card today.

“What?” He holds his hands up in an innocent gesture. “Sorry! I just wanted to make sure her and Bell knew that.”

Willow smirks. “Yes, we both know about the aftercare. That’s why Berkley isn’t getting hers done.”

Berkley covers her face. “Willow…good lord.”

That’s right, my baby can’t go that long.

When she looks up, our eyes meet, and I wink knowingly at her.

We all sit around the outdoor table, eating our lunch. It’s been fun to have Nola here with us this week. The whole crew was invited to stay either with us or Graham for the break, but the hockey team made it to the playoffs so the twins couldn’t make it.

“Now I could go for some ice cream.” Willow pats her stomach after we finish eating.

“I think I’m ice creamed out,” Berkley huffs. We’ve been down to the boardwalk almost every day this week, thanks to Willow’s sweet tooth.

“Anyone else?” Willow asks.

“I’m down,” Nola says, at the same time Graham stands, “I’ll drive.”

I smile at Berkley, because that means alone time with my girl.

“Wanna go for a swim, Outlaw?” Berkley smirks, and for the first time today, she pulls her coverup over her head.

Holy. Shit.

It’s the fucking blue bathing suit.

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