Page 91 of One Little Lie
When the water runs cold, I shut it off and wrap a towel around my body. I can’t help the grin when I see the lightest red mark on my neck.
“You’re mine.”
Gah, Hatty. I hope you meant it.
I’ve just stepped into some sleep shorts when there’s a knock at my door.Hatty. Rushing to open it, I’m greeted by the Westbrook smirk, just not the Westbrook I was expecting.
Colton stands leaning against the door with his arms crossed over his broad chest.
“Hey, jailbait.” He slides into the room, and I roll my eyes.
“Very funny, Colty. What’s up?”
Colton, my best friend, the eternal Peter Pan, belly flops onto my bed just as another knock comes.
Shit.
Hatty doesn’t wait for me to answer. He just waltzes in and heads straight for my mouth. I try to protest, tell him Colton is here, but his mouth descends on mine before I get a chance.
“For fuck’s sake, Ryguy. Why does your bed smell like a bakery and …”
Hatty pulls back and rests his forehead on mine. Annoyance is written across his body, but he says nothing.
There’s a loud crash as Colton bolts from the bed. He knocks over a lamp while swiping at his body like a swarm of bees are after him.
“Oh my God. Did I just lay in my brother’s jiz?”Bleh.He dry heaves dramatically. “I-I …”Bleh.“Did you two just have sex? Jesus, Halton. Look at her neck! Are you out of your mind? Mom is going to kill you.”
Colton has lost his mind.
“It’s not like we’re fifteen anymore, Colt,” Hatty growls in response, but smirks at seeing his mark.
Bleh.“Did I or did I not just lay in his jiz?”
I roll my eyes so hard I see stars, and I get no satisfaction from it this time.
“We haven’t even had sex on that bed, Colty.”
“Yet,” Hatty adds in warning.
Colton’s entire body shivers like it’s the most disgusting thing he’s ever heard.
“I don’t think I can do this. It’s like hearing about your parents having sex. I can’t do it. Ryguy, I’ll be your man of honor, but I cannot be the one to listen to you gab about sex. With my brother.”
Colton is on a roll, and sometimes it’s just easier to let him get it out.
“So, you’re together. For real now?” he asks pointedly, gaping between my perplexed expression and Halton’s exasperated one.
“We haven’t hadthe talkif that’s what you’re asking.”
“I mean, is it really necessary? I know I was late to the game, but you’ve obviously been pining after her for years. So, it’s official. Yes?”
Hatty turns to stare at me, the first signs of panic forming behind those sexy, blue eyes, so I reach down and squeeze his hand.
“We’ve got this,” I whisper.
“Okay, so let me think about this for a minute. Ry, you’re going to have to meet with the designer and tell them how you want your house.”
My head spins to him so fast my ponytail flits across Hatty’s chest.
