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“They made you scratch their backs while you played video games?” I laugh just imagining it.
“Lina, I’m not exaggerating when I tell you they made me scratch their backs any chance they got. It’s probably going to take up ninety percent of my time when we’re all home for Christmas.”
“That’s cute,” I murmur, smiling into the couch cushion, feeling the smallest, strangest kind of peace settle in my chest.
“Don’t tell anyone,” he says, nudging my foot with his. “I have a reputation to protect.”
I hum, letting my eyes drift closed again. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
GRANT
“Grant!” Braxton knocks on my partially open bedroom door. “We’re going to dinner! Come on!”
Savannah rolls her eyes from where she’s stretched across my bed. “The door’s open, B. You can come in.”
“You’re safe, man. Your sister was just mooching off my TV.”
She’s been here the past few hours. While I’ve been doing homework for my business administration class, she’s been pretending to take notes on her laptop while watchingThe Real Housewivesin my room.
He pushes the door open, a blank expression on his face. “Just making sure I don’t walk in on anything I’m not supposed to.”
“Wouldn’t want that to happen again.” All Savannah does is glare at the two of us.
The last time Braxton came into my bedroom unannounced a couple months ago, he walked into a less than ideal situation.
Savannah had just put her black mini-skirt back on and was in the middle of pulling her tights up when she stepped on a loose piece of the fabric and fell flat on her ass.
The sound echoed throughout the room, making me hiss under my breath while she bit her lip, trying not to audibly groan in pain.
It wasn’t exactly a secret that Savannah and I were hooking up at the time, but we also knew it wasn’t information Braxton wanted to know, so we didn’t announce it.
“Grant? Are you good?” I didn’t even think about the fact that my bedroom door was unlocked until Braxton came barreling in.
Savannah made a girly screeching sound from where she lay on my floor, completely topless with her tights only halfway up her legs. “Braxton!”
“Get out!” I yelled at the same time.
I have no idea how much he saw, but from the way he groaned and slapped his hand over his eyes, I would say he caught a glimpse of his twin sister practically naked on my bedroom floor.
“Jesus Christ!” He swore, looking up at the ceiling as he backed out of the room. “I heard that loudthudand thought something was wrong!”
“Why didn’t you knock, you moron?” Savannah yelled, pulling her bra over her head, and then her top.
“Ididknock! Plus, I had no ideayouwere even here!” he called from the hallway. “I’m gonna bleach my brain now. Thanks a lot.”
It was definitely mortifying, and just bringing up the situation now makes Savannah throw a pillow at my head. “Not funny.”
“Just put your coat on,” I say, throwing her the brown peacoat and her pink plaid scarf. “You can come to dinner with us.”
She slips on her heeled boots and grabs her pink Chanel purse while I throw my laptop and notebook back in my backpack.
“Is Lina coming over tonight?” Savannah asks.
“She comes over every night.”
Because of my situation with Lina sleeping in my bed, Savannah and my hookups have become more and more sparse. Honestly, I can’t even remember the last time us hanging out even evolved to something more.
