Page 25 of Forever Wild
Everly hops off the counter. When she does, the shirt rides up and she flashes the red bikini bottoms. Thank fuck she’s not going commando. Although just that small peek of her ass has me needing a cold shower.
She grins as she taps away on her phone. Everly walks back toward me, but instead of sitting on the island like before, she leans forward on her elbows. The pose makes her blonde hair fall over her shoulders and puts her face closer to mine. She has a sprinkling of light freckles across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks are a slight pink from the sun.
“Who is he?” I ask.
She doesn’t look at me as she responds, “Just some guy.”
Plucking the phone out of her grasp, I bring it closer to look at their back and forth.
“Give that back,” she protests.
“His name is Will?” I ask. That is the least of my concerns though as I read through a few of their messages.
She comes around to take her phone back. I hold her at bay withmy injured arm. Look at that, the cast is finally good for something.
Their messages aren’t all that exciting. The dude is eager to meet up with her and disappointed she’s canceled tonight. Everly is playing it more casual, but her texts indicate she was looking forward to it too.
“Jack!” She lifts up on her toes and reaches over me. The position puts her boobs right in my face and I’m distracted long enough that she’s able to snatch her phone back.
“Rude.” She marches back around with her phone.
“Where’d you and Will meet?”
“Online.”
“Seriously?”
“Uhh…yeah.”
“Let me see his profile.”
“No.”
“Come on.”
“You’re just going to make fun of him.”
“Only if there’s something to make fun of.” I’m definitely going to make fun of him.
She doesn’t look like she’s going to budge.
“Fine. Tell me something about him then. What’sWilllike?”
“Stop saying his name like that.” Mild amusement laces her tone as she moves to the stove and puts the noodles in the boiling water to cook.
When she’s done, she leans against the counter next to the stove and crosses her arms over her stomach.
I’m silent, waiting for her to tell me about her date. Is this really what my life has come to? I’m at my dad’s house asking my teammate’s little sister about her love life, which is sadly more interesting than my own.
“I just swiped right on him two days ago, so I don’t know much. I was going to get to know him more on our date tonight.”
A date that isn’t happening because of me. I should probably feel bad, but I don’t.
“That guy was not looking to get to know you. At least not in the way you mean.”
Her face lights up with mischief. “Bold of you to assume I didn’t want to get to know him the same way.”
I can’t tell if she’s kidding. Warmth spreads in my gut as I stare at her smug expression. She knows she’s shocked me and she likes it.
