Page 94 of Text Me Baby One More Time

Twenty

Denver

“I’mscared shitless of spending a weekend away with him.”

There.

I admitted it out loud.

“Given your history, I don’t blame you,” Allie says, frowning.

I glance over at her, her face filling my phone screen as I continue cramming all my clothes into my new luggage, courtesy of Shep.

“Are those your ‘get lucky’ panties?”

“You have ‘get lucky’ panties?” Monty whispers…rather loudly, I might add.

“Is that Montana?”

My sister pops her head into the frame and waves to Allie. “Hey.”

“First, hi. I had no idea you were there or I wouldn’t have interrupted your sister time.”

“It’s totally fine,” Monty says, brushing off her apology.

“Second, are you telling me youdon’thave special undies you wear when you want your hot-as-fuck boyfriend to bang the shit out of you?”

Monty’s face flames red. “I-I-I—”

“Oh my gosh, I think you’ve broken her, Allie!” I scold. “It’s okay, Monty, you don’t have to answer my horndog of a friend.”

“Robbie prefers that I don’t wear any panties at all. He thinks they just get in the way,” my sister admits, staring at her hands, which she’s wringing together in her lap.

Allie and I exchange a glance and then burst into laughter at how mortified Monty looks.

“Don’t be ashamed of that, girl. Own it!”

Monty smiles tentatively, blushing harder, if that’s even possible.

“Anyway, no, they aren’t my ‘get lucky’ panties,” I say, trying to save my sister from further mortification. She may not be a virgin anymore, but she’s stillveryvirginal. “I’m too scared to pack those.”

“You could also go without…that’s what your sister does,” Allie says with a devious smirk.

Monty covers her face with her hands. “Stop it!”

“I’m kidding, Monty. I’m actually really proud of you. I’d give you a hug right now if I could, but I’m busy stomping around this mall, trying to find a decent cake knife.”

“Did you not like what they had at the bridal store?” I ask

“I did, but my pocketbook didn’t.” She sighs. “Never mind all that. Why are you so afraid of the panties? I thought for sure you two would be banging like maniacs by now. There’s so much sexual tension there—always has been.”

“Well, we’re not. I…don’t know if I’m ready for that with him just yet, after everything.”

“I mean, you did let him go to town on you on the kitchen counter.”

“What!” Monty shoots off the bed. “I eat breakfast there!”

I wave her off. “Not my kitchen counter, his.”

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