Page 121 of Crazy In Love
“It’s all that hot French sex they were having.” Lulu wiggled her brows suggestively.
“You guys, think about this—we are dating four brothers. We could technically all be sisters-in-law at some point.”
“Do not even say that.” I put my hands up. “Bridger is not the marrying kind. The man doesn’t even think he’s capable of having a relationship.”
“Yet, you’re fully in a relationship with him,” Eloise said while giving me a look.
“We’re taking it one day at a time,” I said. “I have no expectations. It’s very new.”
“And very hot.” Lulu rubbed her hands together mischievously.
“I know it’s not talked about, but Easton thinks the loss of both of his biological parents weighs on him,” Henley said, her voice full of empathy now. “I’m sure he carries that to some extent, right?”
“I think so,” I said, because I wouldn’t share the things that he’d told me. They were private, and they were his story to tell.
“Speaking as someone who has experienced loss at a young age, I couldn’t agree more.” Eloise shrugged. “But at least I had those years with my mom before she passed. He didn’t get to know his mother, nor did he know his father much, either. It was a tragic loss. But sometimes finding someone that you can put your guard down with works wonders.”
I squeezed her hand. “And you found that with Clark.”
“I did.” She smiled. “So just take it one day at a time.”
We were all quiet for a few moments, as the conversation had gotten heavier than expected.
“Man, childhood trauma is a real bitch,” Lulu sighed before letting out an unusually loud burp.
The table erupted in laughter.
But I hoped I was helping Bridger let his guard down in a way.
I had no idea what the future held for us, and that was okay.
We hadn’t followed one rule.
We’d hated each other first.
We’d had sex and agreed to never do it again.
Then we’d become friends.
He’d asked me out with the acknowledgment that it would never work.
Yet here we were.
And I’d never been happier.
thirty-three
. . .
Bridger
“Areyou upset that you won’t see your parents on Christmas?” I asked as I rolled her over and settled myself above her.
Emilia’s mother had texted last night to let her know that she and her father had both tested positive for flu. They thought she would be wise to stay away for a few days.
She sighed. “I mean, it definitely feels weird because it’s the first time Jacoby isn’t home for the holidays, and now my parents are sick.”
“Okay, I’m going to tell you something because I think it will cheer you up,” I said.
