Page 120 of Bad Crush
“Oh geez.” Dakota shakes her head and gives Liam an apologetic smile. “You still want to be a part of this? I won’t blame you for bowing out now.”
“He’s used to us,” Mav says. “And he’s gonna do the same thing later. Aren’t you Dreamboat?”
Liam turns a bright shade of red.
“All right. Let’s get this thing started.” It’s clear I’m going to have to be the one to take control of their ridiculousness, per the usual.
But tonight, I’m feeling pretty ridiculous too. Ridiculously lucky, ridiculously happy, and absolutely, ridiculously in love. Anything’s possible. It’s a one and a million kind of night.
Epilogue
Adam
Four MonthsLater
“What couldyou possibly own that is this heavy?” I ask Ginny as I carry a cardboard box up the stairs to the girls’ new apartment. She’s moving in with Reagan and Dakota into a three-bedroom a floor up from their old place.
“I think you have the box with the sex swing,” she says casually over her shoulder.
I stop, and Heath runs into me from behind with another box.
“Chill, dude, she’s kidding. I think, anyway.” His voice raises. “Did you buy us a sex swing, baby doll?”
Ginny laughs. “Who needs a sex swing, when you—”
“Okay, all right.” I wince, ears bleeding, and mind going places no man’s mind should go about their sister’s sex life. “We’ve heard enough.”
With all of us helping, it only takes one trip to get Ginny’s stuff from my Jeep to the third floor, and then I’m free to grab Reagan and pull her into her new room.
It’s a replica of mine, right up to the sliding door that goes out to the deck. It’s open, letting in a nice breeze.
“Looks good. You got a lot done since this morning,” I say, walking around to inspect all the details. Pictures are taped up on the wall above her bed—her with Dakota or Ginny, some with the entire group, and lots of the two of us.
“When was this one taken?” I ask, pointing to a picture of us sitting side by side at a party. There’s a ton of people around, and we aren’t paying any attention to the other. It’s the old Reagan—the one who barely talked to me. I can tell by her posture and the reserved look on her face. And I guess it’s the old Adam too because there’s no way I could sit next to her now, reserved or not, and not notice her.
She laughs. “I found it in some of Ginny’s photos. It’s a picture of us, but it isn’t really a picture of us. See Heath in the corner? I’m pretty sure she was trying to sneak a picture of him, but instead, she got me freaking out because I was sitting next to you.”
I frame her face with my hands and kiss her. I hate that I can’t spend my entire day kissing her and making up for all the missed opportunities, but stupid me decided to take summer classes.
“Ouch. It’s going to take some getting used to all this.” She tugs on my beard.
“I’m a college graduate now. Mature and wise. Gotta look the part.”
She scrapes her nails along my cheek. Damn, that feels good.
I groan and pull back. “I’ve gotta get to class. Hang later?”
“We’re having a girls’ night to celebrate our new apartment. Wine, junk food,The Notebook, face masks.”
I smile, thinking of the last time I stopped in on their face mask party. My adorable llama girl. “Can I crash again?”
“Any time.” She glides her hands over my stomach. “But maybe not until after midnight. Why don’t you grab the guys and do something? Otherwise, Heath is going to show up here. He and Ginny are inseparable. Do you think it’s possible they are more in love now than a year ago?” She shakes her head at the notion. “Crazy.”
“I’d like to be inseparable,” I say and kiss her again. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough. And yeah, I think it’s real fucking possible I’ll be even crazier about Reagan in a year. Time doesn’t seem to do anything but make it more obvious how damn lucky I am. “How long is your lease?”
“A year. I graduate next May, remember?”
“Oh, I remember. You’re going to graduate and move to New York or Hollywood to blow up the stage.” She talked about it often when we first started dating. I don’t doubt for a second she’ll do it. She’s so freaking talented.
