Page 169 of The Friend Situation

“Mmm,” he murmurs. “Unlock us, gorgeous,” Weston says, glancing at our wrists.

“Right here,” I whisper, my chest rising and falling as I reach for the keys on the bedside table.

He sits upright. “Babe, those aren’t it. They go to a filing cabinet or a safe. Look at the shape.”

I twist my wrist, glancing at the keyhole. “Shit. This is not happening.”

Somehow, I slide off of him, relieved to see the condom still attached after the last scare. I haven’t missed a pill since then though.

I stretch and barely manage to grab my panties with my toes. As I slide them on, I realize my shirt won’t go over my body—not with both of us cuffed to the bed frame. My heart rate increases, and I start to feel overwhelmed.

“It’s okay. I might have a solution,” Weston finally says as I attempt to cover myself.

“And?” I sift through possible options, but nothing comes to mind.

“Brody.”

I shake my head, glancing at the condom that’s still attached to him. “No way. He can’t see us like this.”

“Your brothers then? Or would you prefer I call a locksmith to meet us at nine on a Sunday night, handcuffed to your grandmother’s bed while both of us are naked?”

“Okay, okay, you make a good point. Brody is thesafestoption. What’s he going to do, saw it off our wrists?”

“He carries a cuff key on him at all times,” Weston confirms. “He’s prepared for anything.”

“Even this?” I glance at our predicament. “How do we explain ourselves?”

He chuckles, pulling me close to him and kissing my lips with a laugh. “Look at us. We won’t have to.”

Somehow,Weston and I maneuver ourselves into a position where we can slide open the window.

He starts with a light chuckle, then falls into full-blown laughter. I join in.

“This is ridiculous. How can I be so smart and also dumb as hell?” I glance at him.

“Don’t forget cute,” he says, and I elbow him. “But I wouldn’t want to be handcuffed to a bed with anyone else.”

I smile. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

Fifteen minutes later, Brody lightly taps on the glass. He lifts the screen and pokes his head inside, only to find us covered with blankets as our arms dangle above our heads.

“I don’t want to know,” he mutters, holding up his hand. “Unbelievable.”

He tosses the key inside, and it lands on the mattress. Weston snatches it, unclicking my wrist first before freeing himself.

“Thanks,” he tells his cousin, returning the key to him. “I’llnevergive you crap for that again.”

“Good.” Brody walks away, his leather jacket fading into the night.

I never heard an engine or saw any lights against the front window so he must’ve taken the trails that are cut between everyone’s properties. If he was on the farm during tree season, he might know this place better than I do right now.

I fall onto Weston’s chest, and he holds me close, kissing me.

“That was close,” I say, laughing as I listen to his heartbeat while he runs his fingers through my hair.

“Always an adventure with you.”

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