Page 3 of Quarantine Crush
“We’renot sleeping with anyone,” I growl. “And no. He’s been my best friend since I was ten. I don’t want him to think I’m some hussy.”
“Sharing is caring,” Nina sings from whatever high-class bathroom she’s hiding in. My 911 text had interrupted her date with a sexy mystery man, but she came through like a champ and snuck away to the bathroom when she realized I was panicking.
Nina is a straight-up hottie with her sleek, sexy black hair cut into a bouncy lob and flawless skin that she can thank her Asian heritage for. Lucky bitch. I open my mouth to let her know that this is one area where I donotshare, but Taylor cuts me off.
“Try on those jeans that make your butt look great with that slouchy sweater and your cute, lace bralette.” Her long, brunette waves bounce as she talks, blurring out the background that I know is nothing but plants.
I strip off my tank top and unhook my strapless bra before snatching the blue bralette from the quickly growing pile of clothes on my bed.
“What if I get cold or, God forbid, aroused?” I ask, pulling the soft sweater over my head.
“Then he should just thank you for the free show,” Hadley says with a shrug.
Somewhere in the background, Taylor’s English bulldog barks, but Hadley ignores him. The fact that she doesn’t ask Taylor to put him on camera for her to fawn over is proof she’s super-set on this happening.
I roll my eyes as I finish pulling up my favorite jeans and button them.
“Well, what do we think?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” Taylor says, tilting her head to the side. “Maybe it’stoocasual?”
“Definitely,” Nina agrees. “You look cute as a button, but we need something that will give you a boost.”
“Ooo! I’ve got it,” Hadley cries. “The super comfy black pencil skirt we found at that thrift shop. Remember? The one with the slit up one leg?”
I nod my head as I turn back to my closet and search through my skirts.
“Found it,” I cry, pulling the skirt from its place in my bottom drawer. A second later, I’ve stripped out of the jeans and tossed them aside. “Ooo, I forgot how soft this thing was,” I say, shimmying it up my hips.
“Now, switch out your top for that stupid band t-shirt he gave you when you were fifteen,” Hadley says, her voice full of authority.
“Seriously?” I quirk my brow at her and cross my arms over my chest. “It’s a crop top now and has holes in it.”
“It’s sexily distressed,” she quips. “Now hush, and put it on. It’s my turn to play dress up.”
I flip her off before turning back to my closet. I know exactly where the shirt is. I pull the tee from its hanger, unable to stop the smile that spreads across my face at the sight of my worn 3oh3 shirt. The wordsMy First Kiss Went A Little Like Thisare emblazoned across the front along with a bright red kiss print. It’s faded over the years, and there are a few holes where I’ve worn it thin, still, I’ll never get rid of it. Too many memories.
I swap out my bralette for my favorite pushup and pull the tee over my head before exiting the closet. I stop in front of my laptop and do a little spin for my girls.
Catcalls sound through the speakers, and I grin. Looks like we have a winner. I plop down in front of my vanity and get to work applying some light makeup.
A knock on my front door startles me as I’m finishing swiping the mascara on my lashes, and I say a quick thanks to the makeup gods that I didn’t stab myself in the eye with the wand or smear it across my face. Fate is on my side tonight. I cast a quick glance at the clock next to my bed, a miniature replica of Big Ben that Knox sent me last Christmas, and curse when I realize how late it is.
“Shit,” I mutter. “How the hell did he get into the building without me buzzing him in?”
“Wait, he’s there?” Nina asks. The fact that she’s stayed on the call this long makes me wonder if her date is even still out there, but Nina doesn’t seem worried at all.
“Already?” Taylor chimes in, and I can picture her checking her watch. She’s all about schedules.
“Showtime,” Hadley sings.
Panic grips me, and I dart up from my seat, rattling the products sitting on my vanity. I cross to my bed, grabbing the pile of discarded clothes, and toss them on top of my dresser. I’ll deal with the mess later.
My eyes are wild as I turn back to my friends.
“I can’t do this,” I whisper yell at them as I stuff my makeup back in the correct drawers.
“Calm your tits,” Hadley says. “Go get your purse. I left you something in there.”
