Page 58 of Sin Wagon
“Okay.”
The rest of dinner goes by easily, the conversation flowing as we chat about everything and nothing. It feels good to have everyone together, even with the looming stress of Jonas’ case.
As the evening winds down, my parents start gathering their things to leave. My dad has a meeting tomorrow with Derek and Jonas, so they need to get an early start.
“Little Doe, I’d like to stay and talk some more if you’ll have me,” I say, hoping she’ll say yes. The thought of spending more time with her makes my heart race.
“Of course.” She winks, making my heart skip a beat. “Are you asking for a sleepover?”
I grin, feeling a flush of heat. “I wasn’t, but I am now.” I discreetly adjust myself, trying to hide my growing excitement.
“Okay.”
“Jonas, can you get a ride with Mom and Dad? Delilah and I have some things to work out regarding the baby.”
“Of course he can!” my mom calls from the kitchen, always eager to help.
They say their goodbyes, and Derek excuses himself to take a shower. I watch him go, feeling relieved that I have my girl to myself once more.
“Well, come on, let’s go to my room and get this slumber party started,” Delilah says, standing up and taking my hand. Her touch sends a jolt of electricity through me, and I follow her down the hall to the last door, my heart pounding with excitement and a sense of rightness. This is where I want to be, with her.
Chapter 27
DELILAH
Leading Wells to my bedroom, I glance back and see him following me with a curious expression. There’s something about the way his eyes twinkle, a blend of intrigue and affection, that never fails to make my heart flutter. Once inside, I begin to change, stripping down to my underwear and pulling on an oversized shirt. I can feel his gaze on me and it sends a warm shiver down my spine.
“Are you going to change so we can lie down?” I ask, turning to him, hoping he picks up on the subtle hint. I just need to feel his presence close to me, to forget about the discomfort of my swollen belly for a while and relish the fact that he’s here with me.
Wells smiles. “I didn’t know we were going to bed.”
“We don’t have to sleep. But I’m the most comfortable lying down. This baby is coming next month, Wells. I’m uncomfortable and fat. Leave me alone.”
“You’re not fat,” he scolds. His tone makes me feel a little less self-conscious. “You’re stunning.”
I let out a playful sigh, rolling my eyes in jest. “Either way, I’m getting in bed and turning on a movie. Are you coming or not?”
He stands, removing his jeans and then his shirt, leaving him in nothing but his briefs. I try not to stare at his sculpted body, but it’s hard not to appreciate the view. The way his muscles move under his skin, the slight smirk on his face as he catches me looking, makes my heart race. He crawls into bed beside me and pulls the blanket over us. I lean against the headboard, sitting up as I turn on the TV and put onDescendants: The Rise of Red.Wells arches a brow at me, and I shrug, feeling a bit defensive about my choice.
“I’ve seen the other three, and I have to know what this one is about.”
“Whatever you say, Little Doe.” His nickname for me always brings a smile to my face. It’s his way of reminding me that he sees me as delicate yet strong.
“When the first one came out, I was twelve. I don’t care that I’m twenty-one; I love Disney movies.”
“Twelve?” he chokes. “When did the first one release?”
“2015.”
“I was twenty-nine,” he murmurs. “I forget that there’s a seventeen-year age gap between us. You don’t seem like a typical twenty-one-year-old.”
“Hey, I’m almost twenty-two.” I laugh, trying to lighten the mood. The age difference never really bothered me, but it’s moments like these that make it more apparent.
“I’ve never asked. When is your birthday?”
“January thirty-first. Yours?”
“February first.”
