Page 76 of You Found Me in the Dark
“You’re going full hot casual, huh?” Harper smirked from behind me, arms crossed. “Power move.”
Lena laughed, “I would say more of a relaxed sexy look, but either works, I suppose.”
I snorted, “You guys are ridiculous. Will one of you please pick an outfit for me?”
“Say less,” Harper responded quickly.
She made a beeline for my closet and came back with a pair of jean shorts and one of my favorite band tees, the fabric worn in just right.
“Cute and comfy!” she declared.
I put on my outfit and checked the mirror. It looked like I hadn’t tried too hard, but still gave enough effort to be noticed. I grabbed my black Vans, sliding them on as Lena watched me with a little smirk.
“What?” I asked.
She shook her head, amused. “Nothing. You’re just… glowing or something. Looks good on you.”
I didn’t say anything, but I caught my reflection one more time—and yeah. Maybe she was right.
Harper looked at me for a long moment, then smiled. “You deserve the kind of love my brother will give you. I am so happy you’re finally happy, Callahan.”
“I am, too,” I nodded. “Thank you, Harps.”
“Alright, let’s go before they think we’re braiding each other’shair or plotting world domination.” Lena clapped her hands and headed for the door.
“Both things we’ve done before,” I muttered, grabbing my phone and heading out with Harper close behind me.
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The girls finally padded back into the living room, and I swear the air shifted the second she walked in.
Wren looked… adorable. There was no other word for it. Her hair was pulled half-up, little wisps curling around her face, and I caught the faintest blush dusted across her cheeks and nose. She hadn’t tried to cover her freckles—thank God—and it made her look soft, sun-kissed, like summer itself. She wore one of those oversized band tees she loved, hugging just right at her hips over the tiniest pair of jean shorts I’d ever seen her wear in front of other people. I fucking loved the way her ass looked in those shorts. Black Vans, bare legs, and a look on her face like she had no idea the effect she had on me. If we were alone, I’d have her bent over the table so I could feel her around my dick again. I shifted around in my seat, trying to adjust myself so my boner wasn’t so noticeable.
She didn’t meet my eyes, and when she walked by, I had to clench my jaw to keep from pulling her straight into my lap.
Cam was scrolling something on his phone, clearly trying not to look at Harper, who was chewing on a slice of apple obnoxiously. She always did the most annoying shit just to spite him.
“Alright, sluts and whores,” Harper announced, tossing a half-eaten piece of apple at Cam just to fuck with him. “What if we did something today? The farmer’s market’s open for another hour or two. We could walk through it, support some small businesses, or something. Maybe walk around the little Marina Park after?”
Cam made a muffled noise but didn’t say no.
I glanced at Wren, who gave a tiny shrug like she was fine with whatever—but I caught the smile pulling at the corner of her mouth. That was all I needed.
“Sounds good,” I said, standing. “Let’s make a day of it.”
Wren finally looked at me then winked. I swear my heart did a flip. God, I was so fucking in love with her.
Shortly after decidingwe were heading out, I slid into the driver’s seat of Wren’s car. Technically, itwasher car, even if she barely drove it. The engine purred to life with a quiet growl, louder than most people in this small town were used to. She had a Honda Civic Type R, light pink wrap gleaming under the morning sun. It was fast, clean, and surprisingly aggressive for something that looked so damn cute parked in the driveway. Cam had restored it for her himself—rebuilt the engine, upgraded the suspension, the whole deal. He said he wanted her to have something reliable. She just loved how it felt when she was in it—comfortable, fast, and a little bold. Kind of likeher. The shitty thing about her car was that it had only four seats and five of us. Harper refused to sit on Cam’s lap, as did Lena. So the girls opted to sit together.
She rarely drove it unless she had to, though, so Cam ended up behind the wheel more often than not. Not that he ever minded.
One hand gripped the wheel, the other rested comfortably on Wren’s thigh. She didn’t flinch. Just brushed her fingers over mine with that quiet ease that said we were past pretending. Every few miles, I glanced at her—the way her oversized band tee fell off one shoulder, her legs crossed at the knee, hair up in that effortless half-up style that made me think about taking it back down. I couldn’t stop imagining my hands tangled in her hair while she bobbed up and down on my cock. I needed to cool the fuck out. My Little Birdie even put on a little makeup. Not much—just enough blush across her cheeks and nose to keep her freckles company.
The car buzzed with conversation. Harper leaned awkwardly to the side with Lena on her lap, animated as hell about some vendor she wanted to stop at, while Cam—half-amused, half-exasperated—gave her shit just to hear her snap back. Some things never changed.
I adjusted my sunglasses and checked the rearview.
