Page 54 of The Game Plan
Brynn’s reaching for her water bottle like she needs to cool down, as if she’s the one in the interrogation chair. “Tell us everything. Right fucking now. Grant Campbell isfine. All ofthe broodiness and those big hands…” She gasps. “I bet he’stalkativein bed…”
“Oh, heis,” I mutter, then freeze, realizing I’ve kissed and told.
Oh, hell, who am I kidding? This was bound to happen. It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve rehashed our wild sex lives, but it’s the first time in a long time. We’ve allheardBrynn and Quinton, and Cody and Chloe are practically a married couple at this point, but me…it’s all fresh.
Chloe gasps, hand over her mouth, as she stares at the phone with wide eyes. “Was he, like,dirtytalking?”
I nod slowly. “Like in one of your novels, Chlo.”
Brynn and Chloe both gasp as Brynn fans herself. We all know Chloe likes her romance books with more spice than plot.
“It was…filthy. He said things I didn’t even know I wanted to hear. And the worst part? It wasn’t even weird. It was like every word made me feel more desperate.”
Brynn fans herself with the burp cloth, her tit flopping free again. “I need a cigarette, and I wasn’t even there.”
“Same,” Chloe sighs out dramatically.
Chloe melts against the fridge. “That’s love.”
Brynn rolls her eyes, flipping out her hand. “That’s also what good dick will do to you. It’ll leave you absolutely dick drunk, but sure, we’ll go with love.”
I laugh, the sound light and disbelieving. “You two are ridiculous.”
“You wouldn’t have it any other way,” Brynn says. “And not just from the pregnancy, but the he-touched-my-soul shine.”
Chloe giggles. “And someone-else made-me-come smile.”
I raise three fingers and whisper, “three times.”
“Get it, babe!” Chloe shouts.
I wave them off. “Okay, enough. I called for emotional support, not to be roasted about my sex life.”
“At least there’s a sex life to roast,” Brynn says smugly.
An oven timer goes off on Chloe’s end. She hurries to pull a tray of cinnamon rolls from the oven. If only smell could travel through the phone. Once the rolls are on a cooling rack, she’s back with us. “So, what happens next?”
I shrug, and my face falls from the laughter we’re having. Glancing around the kitchen, I take in the tiny apartment we’ve started making into a home. A peach cobbler scented candle sits on the counter. Ultrasound pictures decorate the fridge, along with a few of the Post-it notes Grant has left around the place. My shoes sit by the front door with my purse on a hook. Throw blankets line the back of the couch. It feels likeourspace and no longer his.
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “But I think I’m ready to find out.”
They both smile, but it’s Brynn who chimes in. “Babe, I think that’s the best idea you’ve ever had. As hard as it is, try not to sabotage things by overthinking. Ride the high and embrace what’s happening. Everything will fall into place the way it’s supposed to. Look at this as your second chance…”
“Or third or fourth,” Chloe chimes in.
To them, it might look like we’ve given each other multiple chances, and maybe we have. But it doesn’t feel like that. Since freshman year, we’ve always known what we were. Friends with undeniable chemistry. Someday, we hoped to make things official, but we weren’t ready…Iwasn’t ready. Every time Grant wanted more, I pulled away. Thanks, daddy (and mommy) issues.
“Exactly.” Brynn chuckles.
“You deserve to be happy, Savvy. He obviously wants you, so let him lead. You focus on bringing my niece into the world. And if he wants to shower you in meal-prepped food and bite marks, let him.”
Brynn smirks. “Especially then.”
We catch up for a few more minutes before we say our goodbyes. I set the empty container in the sink and reach for my work bag. As I grip the doorknob, I pause. I feel my cheeks burn from all the smiling.
Iamglowing.
And maybe it’s not from the good sleep. Or the sex. Or the pasta.
