Page 22 of Unwritten Rules

“Yeah, because that wouldn’t be awkward at all or raise any questions,” I replied, still giggling from the entire night. “Do I go over there and give it back and act like nothing ever happened? Or do I, like, leave it on his bike like a creepy love note?”

She snorted and came over to check out the jacket. “Hmm, you could keep it as a trophy. For, you know, conquering the bad boy of the school.”

We devolved into another fit of laughter.

“Okay,” Kelly tried calming herself, “I need to know exactly what happened and who you’re going to choose. I need minute by minute detailandhow big his dick is. Is it bigger than Garrett’s?”

I ran my hands through my hair, blowing out the anxiety from my lungs. “Ew, no. I didn’t sleep with either of them. But, I don’t think you’d believe what happened. I don’t even thinkIbelieve it.”

We fell asleep on the couch after I told her every detail of the evening, minute by minute. I’d experienced it all and I wasn’t sure that it wasn’t all made up–the night wasthatunbelievable. Brent Vaughn takes you out andnothinghappens?Yeah, right.

A knock came at the door while Kelly and I were drinking coffee shortly after waking up. I rushed to open it, not realizing I was still in my skimpy pajamas. Getting rid of Brent’s jacket was fresh on my mind, and I hoped we could pretend last night never happened.

I swung open the door. “Oh, thank God. I–oh! Garrett! Hello!”

“Hello to you, too. Were you expecting a delivery or something?” He stepped in, placing a kiss on my cheek on his way in, holding a bag of something.

“Something like that. Must have had the days mixed up!” I feigned a laugh and looked back to see Kelly in her pajamas giving me a side eye while sipping on her coffee.

“Yeah,” he said, looking between me and Kelly. “I have some food if you’re interested. Are we still going to the baseball game?”

Oh shit, that’s right.

“Yeah, yeah. Let me just put some clothes on.” I started down the hallway, trying to shake my thoughts away. I didn’t realize what time it was.

Garrett leisurely trailed behind me. He got cozier by the day, and I wondered when he’d eventually ask me when we were going to have sex. With everything feeling like I was heading into a dramatic reality tv show episode, I wasn’t sure I could deal with it.

I stopped at my bedroom door and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Can I come in?” He gave me a quick once over, finally noticing how skimpy my pajamas really were.

Kelly is going to have a field day with me later.

“Only if you promise to be a good boy.” I opened the door and let him inside.

He plopped onto my bed. “Are you still down to hit up the diner for food after the game? The snacks there aren’t going to be filling and I don’t really want to eat twelve pretzels in lieu of a real meal,” he chuckled softly, looking at me like he was waiting for me to undress in front of him.

“Yeah,” I said, slyly hiding Brent's jacket in my closet while he looked away to take a mental inventory of my room. “I love diner food. What should I wear?”

Stretching out to lay on my bed, he got cozy with a clear view into the closet. “Something warm. It’ll get cold later.”

Almost diving into my closet, I shoved Brent’s jacket under a large pile of dirty laundry to cover my ass in case he came in. I felt frantic glancing around to find an outfit that would suit a baseball game and a diner date.

Deciding on tailored high waisted navy blue trousers and an ivory cashmere sweater, I slipped into them quickly. My choice in clothes were relatively simple outside of the new wardrobe Kelly duped me into buying. Wearing these clothes made me think of my mom; her style was the same and I wanted to keep her close to me.

“Something like this?” I stepped out of the closet holding up my nude colored loafters.

“How do you always look so good?” He strode across the room to get close to me and admire my outfit up close. The way he admired me made me nervous.

Trying to hide my reddening cheeks, I bent down to put my shoes on. “I get my style from my mom.”

He brought his hand to the side of my face when I straightened back up. I tilted my head up toward him and he leaned in for a kiss. Unfortunately, the vision of Brent flooded my mind as I kissed Garrett.

His other hand gripped my waist and pulled me closer to him while his kiss turned hungry. I tried to focus on Garrett–here and now–and how his thumb slowly caressed my jaw as our mouths moved, but that asshole’s face was there like a dark shadow.

Relief washed over me that nothing went further and he didn’t press me for more before we left and made our way to the sporting complex.

The students were buzzing and the energy was high before the baseball game. We had seats near the dugout where the players could see us in the crowd. Dread grew in my chest knowing Brent could easily pick me out of the crowd.

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