Page 128 of Knot for Me
“Well, Reagan, groping people without their consent is bad and now you’ve destroyed the wine.”
“Oh, you’re so fucking dramatic, Ms. Thespian,” I hiss the name at her.
“Mrs. to you.”
“Shut up.” I take another drink of wine and glare at her.
“No you.” She sticks her tongue out at me and snatches the bottle. “I’m not going down for this.” Amelie polishes off the cabernet.
“Reagan!”
We both flinch at Lucas’ roar.
“Dun, dun, dun.”
“Shh,” I giggle, scurrying to hide behind her.
“Bok, bok. She’s down here.” She sounds way too happy about ratting me out.
“Bitch,” I mutter, dropping my forehead against her back.
She snickers. “Love you too.”
The guys stomp down the stairs. Cory gasps, taking in the damage and most likely taking in the mess we’ve made. Marco erupts into laughter. Lucas’ heavy sigh could cut glass.
“What. The fuck. Happened?”
“Well you see,” Amelie begins, ready to blame it on me.
“She did it!” I jump out from behind her back, maybe a smidge tipsy from the bottle of wine we’ve managed to drink. I would be embarrassed but now all the bruising hurts less so I don’t feel too bad.
“I wasn’t going to rat you out, you asshole. Now you ratted me out. How can I ever trust you again?” She stomps her foot.
“You said you were going to blame it on me.” I shrug. “I wasn’t about to take the fall for your bad idea.”
“It would have been fine if you hadn’t grabbed my ass.”
“I thought you weren’t into women,” Marco whispers.
“Shut up,” Amelie and I both say to him. We look at each other and cackle, falling into one another like two obnoxiously drunk women. I’m not quite drunk yet, but Amelie has helped me feel normal after the shit show that happened today.
“I’m sending Jefferson a video of you.” Cory is smirking at his phone which he holds up to record how silly we look.
Amelie growls, and I grab her around the waist, shushing her. “Let’s get another bottle and hide in the pantry. He won’t know we’re in there.”
“Considering you said it on the video, he’ll know.” Cory looks at me around the phone, affection lighting his face. “You’re adorable when you’re buzzed.”
“Aww, you guys are so freaking cute.” Amelie ruffles my hair. “I can’t wait to be your beta.”
I poke her side, and she squeals. “I’m going to make you bring me coffee until you hate me.”
“Not possible. I love coffee and that means I get to get coffee all the time.” She turns and grabs my shoulders. “We should get tattoos.”
“Hard pass,” I say. “I’m terrified of needles.”
“But you’ll let that lot bite you?” The indignation is strong in this one.
“That’s different,” I say, smiling.
