Page 18 of Quarantined
He is tall like Milo, with a built body. His shirt highlights all of his muscles and pecs. He is freshly showered and shaved. If possible, he looks even better than usual. Girls are always chasing after him. They will probably shit themselves when they see him tonight. I am a lucky girl to have such a good looking escort.
Reid stares at me with an incredulous look as I walk down. I knew this outfit was too much. I laugh as he starts coughing and choking. Is Reid blushing?
He whistles, like the cocky bastard he is. “Damn Rave, you look so fucking hot. I am going to have to kill a lot of handsy dudes tonight when they try to claw at you.”
I laugh again, “Not looking so bad yourself. Should I also threaten the women who look at you with perverse intentions?”
“If it bothers you, then yes. Please do.” He lowers his voice and wiggles his eyebrows.
“Haha… Is the limo here?”
“Ya.”
Reid opens the door for me. He is still staring at me as we walk out.
“Stop it. You are making me self conscious. FuckingTheressa Beckett Specials!”
“I love it. I hope she never stops sending you these. But maybe you should just wear them in the house. Then Milo and I don’t have to fight pervs who eye fuck you.”
I smack his stomach with my purse. His stomach is rock hard. His rigorous gym routine is really paying off.
We slide into the limo and immediately have the driver blast our favorite station. Reid presses the button to close the partition. Pulling out two flasks, he hands me one. We raise our flasks to each other.
“Cheers to us. Happy Fucking Birthday.”
“Happy Fucking Birthday to you!”
We take swigs from the flasks and start moving to the music. We throw our hands up and dance the best we can from a seated position. We sing along to every song.
We are in complete Reid and Raven goofiness mode. Thank God that the partition is closed. Reid and I have terrible voices. No one should have to witness this.
Suddenly, Reid reaches out and puts his hand on my knee. He turns the music down. I look at him and shoot him one of my telepathic questions; What's up?
“Rave… I fucking love you. I love sharing my birthdays with you.”
“Well, I fucking love you too. I hate sharing my birthdays with you. I want the attention all to myself.”
We both throw our heads back and laugh.
“Hey, I have been meaning to talk to you about something.”
I send him another silent question; About what?
“Milo.”
I almost roll my eyes. Milo is a sore topic between us.
I get it. Reid dislikes his brother laying down the law. I see it as a caretaker, who actually cares. Trust me, there are worse things in the world than someone who cares enough to say No.
At this point, we are just at an impasse on this topic.
“Don’t, Reid! He saved all the money Uncle Reese gave him last year for household expenses just so he can throw us this epic party. Can we just have a good time tonight? Please.”
Reid runs his hand down his face. “Jesus, calm down. I am not trying to pick a fight.” Reid sighs, “It’s actually statements like those that I want to talk to you about.”
Reid looks sad, not angry. This is atypical. “Look, I am just gonna say it. You are supposed to be my best friend. But this obsession you have with Milo is a big obstacle in our friendship.”
I don’t like where this is headed. But we have hit some traffic and are moving at a slower pace now. If there are things he wants to talk about, we have all the time in the world. No escape.
