Page 58 of Back to You
“Hope you don’t mind me crashing. But Sebastian told me you guys were here, Maya’s spending the weekend with my parents, and I’m in need of a girls' night.”
I blinked. “No, of course not! The more, the merrier.
Anna perked up from the couch. “Ay dios mio! Nowwww it’s a party!”
Analyse laughed as she walked in, kicking off her shoes like she’d been there a hundred times before. She held up one of the bottles. “I figured you wouldn’t be drinking the good stuff, so I brought something decent.”
Anna gasped. “Rude!”
I snorted, taking the bottle from her. “She’s not wrong.”
We refilled our glasses, and just like that, the night shifted into something easy, something effortless. There was something about being surrounded by women who knew you inside and out, who could call you out on your bullshit while also hyping you up to ridiculous levels.
At one point, Anna stood, one hand on her hip, waving her glass. “Okay, important question.”
Analyse smirked. “This is going to be stupid, isn’t it?”
Anna ignored her. “Mariana. How good is Sebastian in bed? Because if you tell me he’s anything less than mind-blowing, I will be personally offended.”
I nearly choked on my wine. “Anna!”
She gasped, pointing. “Oh my god! That reaction says it all.”
Analyse groaned loudly, slapping a hand over her ears. “Nope. Absolutely not. That’s my brother. I don’t need this mental image. I’m leaving.”
Anna smirked. “No, you’re not. Sit down.”
Analyse dramatically pressed her hands to her temples. “Mariana, please, spare me. I already have to witness the eye contact. Don’t make me hear about it too.”
Anna cackled. “The eye contact?”
“It’s disgusting,” Analyse said flatly. “They look at each other like they’re starring in a telenovela. I feel like I should turn away half the time.”
I groan, covering my face. “I hate both of you.”
Analyse just grinned, clinking her glass against mine. “No, you don’t. Can we talk about something else?”
Anna waggled her eyebrows. “Fine. Let’s talk about how you’re basically married now.”
“I AM NOT-”
“Oh, you totally are,” Analyse cut in, smirking, “You two are disgustingly in love. It’s cute.”
Anna sighed dramatically, swirling her wine. “Just like old times.”
I huffed, crossing my arms. “We’re taking it slow.”
Anna snorted, “Taking it slow? You’re all over each other in public.”
Analyse nodded. “I’m pretty sure Maya already thinks that you’re her Tia, meaning you’re my sister!”
I let out a loud groan. “You two are impossible.”
Anna grinned. “You love us.”
I sighed, taking another sip of wine. “Unfortunately.”
The conversation shifted after that, melting into old stories and new confessions, a ton of laughter. By the time the wine bottle was empty, and we were all sprawled across the couch, giggling at nothing, I realized that this night was exactly what I needed.
