with my head pounding this hard. “That is…mortifying.”
“It wasn’t too bad,” Hanna says softly. “I mean, you didn’t go into graphic detail about your orgasm or anything.”
My face is on fire. “You’re not helping, Hanna.”
“You did tell us all about your panties, though,” Lizzy says. “Now I want some like that. So fucking hot.”
Asher walks into the kitchen and wraps his arms around Maggie, pulling her back to his front before whispering something in her ear.
I look at Lizzy and Hanna. “Are they always like that?”
Hanna leans on the breakfast bar and props her chin on her hands, sighing. “They’re even worse when they think no one is looking. We’re all jealous. Liz and I told him he has to find us our own rock stars, but so far, nothing.”
Lizzy frowns at my phone. “I can’t believe he never wrote back. Most guys would have been knocking down the door to take you up on these offers. And this last one?” She whistles low and looks at me with a raised brow. “You are creative, I’ll give you that.” She shows the phone to Hanna, who takes it and cocks her head while reading.
“Wow. That’s… You can actually…? And he never showed up? I wonder if he’s in the hospital somewhere.”
I snatch my phone back, then wince as pain ricochets through my head at the sudden movement.
“More than likely, he knew she was drunk,” Maggie says softly, eyeing me. “Will’s a good guy. He doesn’t take advantage.”
I rub my temples. Last night it became clear to me that Will has a history with both Maggie and her oldest sister, Krystal. Of course, no one wanted to talk about it, but I filed away the information. This is New Hope, after all. If I put my mind to it, I won’t have to go far to find someone who knows the whole story and wants to gab.
“Maggie’s right,” Hanna’s saying. “Call him today, sober, and I’m sure he’ll be all yours.”
“I don’t want him to be mine.”
Lizzy snorts. “ Bullshit . The tequila-addled brain doesn’t lie.”
“It’s a bad idea. I’m leaving in a few months— max .”
Maggie is frowning at me, worry lines creasing her forehead.
Hanna puts her hand on my arm. “You were always the one telling us to keep an open mind and an open heart. You were the one convinced that if we just believed, good things would come into our lives. What happened to that girl?”
She sold out for a paycheck. “It’s complicated. Being with Will would only hurt him in the long run.”
“Then leave him alone.” Maggie steps toward me. Asher touches her arm, but Maggie shakes her head and he backs off. “All Will wants in this world is to get married and make a family of his own. He might be attracted to Cally, but if she knows she won’t give him that, she should stay away.”
Hanna and Lizzy are looking at their hands, and Asher’s eyes have gone sad. There’s definitely more to this story than I’ve been told.
“I agree.” My phone buzzes, and I take it back from Hanna to see a text from Drew.
Gabby had nightmares all night and I had to climb in bed with her, and dad made some sort of tofu-nugget sausage for breakfast that smells like roadkill. If you come home without an Asher Logan autograph on your boob, you are no longer my sister.
“I need to go.”
“Don’t rush away because of some silly texts,” Lizzy says. “Asher’s going to make us breakfast.”
It isn’t the texts that have me running. It’s the reminder that some sexy texts sent to an old boyfriend are the least of my worries.
“But before I go….” I grab a Sharpie from the basket on the counter. “Maggie, is it all right if I have your boyfriend sign my chest?”
I don’t want to wake up. I want to snuggle in closer to Cally and breathe in her scent while I sleep the day away. Then when I do wake up, I want to do it slowly, exploring her body with my hands and mouth before I bother opening my eyes.
Except she doesn’t smell right.
I wrap my
“It wasn’t too bad,” Hanna says softly. “I mean, you didn’t go into graphic detail about your orgasm or anything.”
My face is on fire. “You’re not helping, Hanna.”
“You did tell us all about your panties, though,” Lizzy says. “Now I want some like that. So fucking hot.”
Asher walks into the kitchen and wraps his arms around Maggie, pulling her back to his front before whispering something in her ear.
I look at Lizzy and Hanna. “Are they always like that?”
Hanna leans on the breakfast bar and props her chin on her hands, sighing. “They’re even worse when they think no one is looking. We’re all jealous. Liz and I told him he has to find us our own rock stars, but so far, nothing.”
Lizzy frowns at my phone. “I can’t believe he never wrote back. Most guys would have been knocking down the door to take you up on these offers. And this last one?” She whistles low and looks at me with a raised brow. “You are creative, I’ll give you that.” She shows the phone to Hanna, who takes it and cocks her head while reading.
“Wow. That’s… You can actually…? And he never showed up? I wonder if he’s in the hospital somewhere.”
I snatch my phone back, then wince as pain ricochets through my head at the sudden movement.
“More than likely, he knew she was drunk,” Maggie says softly, eyeing me. “Will’s a good guy. He doesn’t take advantage.”
I rub my temples. Last night it became clear to me that Will has a history with both Maggie and her oldest sister, Krystal. Of course, no one wanted to talk about it, but I filed away the information. This is New Hope, after all. If I put my mind to it, I won’t have to go far to find someone who knows the whole story and wants to gab.
“Maggie’s right,” Hanna’s saying. “Call him today, sober, and I’m sure he’ll be all yours.”
“I don’t want him to be mine.”
Lizzy snorts. “ Bullshit . The tequila-addled brain doesn’t lie.”
“It’s a bad idea. I’m leaving in a few months— max .”
Maggie is frowning at me, worry lines creasing her forehead.
Hanna puts her hand on my arm. “You were always the one telling us to keep an open mind and an open heart. You were the one convinced that if we just believed, good things would come into our lives. What happened to that girl?”
She sold out for a paycheck. “It’s complicated. Being with Will would only hurt him in the long run.”
“Then leave him alone.” Maggie steps toward me. Asher touches her arm, but Maggie shakes her head and he backs off. “All Will wants in this world is to get married and make a family of his own. He might be attracted to Cally, but if she knows she won’t give him that, she should stay away.”
Hanna and Lizzy are looking at their hands, and Asher’s eyes have gone sad. There’s definitely more to this story than I’ve been told.
“I agree.” My phone buzzes, and I take it back from Hanna to see a text from Drew.
Gabby had nightmares all night and I had to climb in bed with her, and dad made some sort of tofu-nugget sausage for breakfast that smells like roadkill. If you come home without an Asher Logan autograph on your boob, you are no longer my sister.
“I need to go.”
“Don’t rush away because of some silly texts,” Lizzy says. “Asher’s going to make us breakfast.”
It isn’t the texts that have me running. It’s the reminder that some sexy texts sent to an old boyfriend are the least of my worries.
“But before I go….” I grab a Sharpie from the basket on the counter. “Maggie, is it all right if I have your boyfriend sign my chest?”
I don’t want to wake up. I want to snuggle in closer to Cally and breathe in her scent while I sleep the day away. Then when I do wake up, I want to do it slowly, exploring her body with my hands and mouth before I bother opening my eyes.
Except she doesn’t smell right.
I wrap my
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