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“Sometimes I wonder why I’m friends with the two of you.” “Because we’re your best friends, and you love our bromance, duh.” I grin, opening an eye to see him shaking his head. “Plus, who else would you listen to Taylor Swift in the car with? It’s weird if you do it alone.” “You listen to Taylor Swift while you work out,” he replies flatly.
“I need to know what is in the pink bottle in the shower, right. Now.” “Um… exfoliating body wash? I think? I mean, I can’t really remember offhand, but why are you even showering in my bathroom and not your—”
“Why would you be worried about your dick falling off? Wait, why are you even worried about my shower products? It’s just bo—” Then, it dawns on me.
“You used my body wash to… jack off?”
can’t believe you used my body wash to jerk off. Maybe your dick should fall off. Serves you right.” “I’m sorry, okay? Shit! I had soap in my eyes, and I just reached for something.”
I know firsthand that when a girl says everything is fine, it is in fact… not fine.
“Dinner’s done,” Viv mumbles from the counter, slamming her textbook shut. Okay… so are we angry
“TAYLOR SWIFT? Why am I not even a little bit surprised?” Viv says, her eyes sparkling with amusement when I turn on my Range Rover and “Style” plays through the speaker. “Listen, she’s an icon, and I’m a fucking fan. It doesn’t make me any less of a man because I’m a Swiftie, alright?”
Normally, I am a girl’s girl. I’m all for the women in the room. Do your thing, babe. But don’t do it next to Reese. Do it somewhere else. Anywhere else.
Sweet Tart… That’s new. Doing nicknames now, are we?
“Stupid muscles,” I mutter. “What was that?” he asks, his eyebrow arched in question. “Didn’t catch that, Viv.” Well, obviously, because it wasn’t meant for you.
“I think I told you once that pink was my new favorite color,” he rasps, dragging his gaze to mine and making my cheeks run hot. He said that to me when he had me in nothing but my favorite set of pale pink lace, his eyes burning with need so brightly that I still remember it. I feel the familiar lick of heat inside of me right now, the throb in my clit pulsing in time with my heart. “But I lied. I think it might be this exact shade of purple,” he says, eyeing my dress. My throat feels tight, arousal prickling beneath the surface as I swallow roughly but remain silent. He quickly makes work of
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Dear God, it’s me. Reese. Tell me this is a joke and I’m not about to have to do what I have to do because of my moral compass.
drunken words are sober thoughts?
“Good girl,”
“Saw this on Insta in the locker room after the game.” It’s the photo of me and Hallie at the game in our jerseys. Oh shit. So he did see it.
“Wearing Grant’s jersey,”
Come on, Reese, play with me. His eyes flare. “Because the only fucking jersey you should be wearing is mine, Viv. The only name on your back should be mine.”
To hear him praise me. To be his good girl.
“Tap my thigh if it’s too much,”
“Next time you think about wearing someone else’s jersey, I want you to remember how it feels to have my cock down your throat.”
“What’s up, Sweet Tart?”
“You obviously know my Viv very well, then.” “Yes, ma’am, I think you could say that.”
“You are not fucking alone, Viv. Do you hear me? Not anymore,” he says in a breath against my lips, holding my gaze. “We’re roommates, we’re whatever. But at the end of the day, we’re friends, and I care about you way fucking more than I’m supposed to. You are never going to be alone again.”
SwiftyBoys4life Reese: I need advice. Grant: Did you accidentally use Viv’s body wash again? Lane: Lmao. Still can’t believe you put that shit on your dick.
Lane: I feel like I need to ask first if this is something I have to keep from Hallie because I don’t like doing that shit. Grant: Dude, what happened to bros before hoes? Reese: Oh shittttt Lane: First of all, my girlfriend and the word hoe better never be used in the same sentence again if you want to remain breathing. Second, doesn’t exist when you’re in a serious relationship. Reese: I support you 100% Lane. Fr. Grant: Wow Reese. Can you also suck his balls while you’re down there on your knees for him? Lane: Nah, but he can suck yours. While you listen to Taylor Swift
“Sorry, uh, can I see one?” I point to the silver necklace that I can’t believe I’m seeing. “Of course. Yes, this piece is on sale since it’s out of season.” She hands it over the counter to me, and I flip it between my fingers as I look it over.
“Would you like to know the price?” “Nope. Doesn’t matter.”
“Damn. You know, G, I think you’re secretly a romantic.” I’m starting to think he secretly writes poetry in his spare time and definitely listens to “Cardigan” on repeat while he does it. He has way too much solid relationship advice for a guy who’s never been in a serious one.
“You hate when I spend money on you, I know, and I’m sorry. But… I just couldn’t pass this up. It’s like fate put me at the right place at the right time, and it was meant to be yours, Viv.” Carefully, he opens the box, revealing a dainty silver chain with a small charm hanging in the center. When I reach out, I realize the charm is actually a little ghost, and my legs almost give out, unable to support the shock cresting through my system.
“What if we get caught?” she pants when I ghost a finger across her clit that pushes against the fabric. Smirking against her skin, I tease, “That’s the fun part, Sweet Tart.”
Apparently, the thought of getting caught is just as thrilling to her. Fuck yeah. That’s my girl. “I’m going to need you to be quiet for me while I eat this pretty little pussy. Can you do that, baby?”
My fingers are still wet from being inside of her, and I almost come in my pants when I feel her tongue dart out and swipe along my fingers. Dirty fucking girl. My dirty girl.
“The moment this is over, I’m taking you home.” She rises on her toes and grasps my jaw as she whispers, “You still have my one and only condition to fulfill tonight, All-Star.” The heels. And now I’m imagining her in nothing but those heels as I sink inside of her. “Fuck, Viv. Don’t make my dick hard in front of my sister,” I groan.
“You told her yet?” Dad says with a smile as we walk. My brow furrows. “Told her what?” He chuckles, his deep brown eyes that are the same as mine flickering with something I can’t place. “That you’re crazy about her.”
“Never seen you like this with anyone, son,” he says, a soft tilt to his mouth. “You don’t have to talk to me about it if you’re not ready, but I see the way you look at her. You look at her the way I used to look at your mom when I was your age.”
“What happens when I leave? What happens if she never feels like I do?” He shrugs. “You make it work. That’s what you always do when you love someone. You put in work and show up even when it’s hard. That’s what sets a relationship apart. Being vulnerable is part of what love is, son. It’s trusting another person to take care of your heart. It’s scary, the unknown, but it has to be a risk that you’re willing to take. That’s up to you to decide.”
Can’t wait to be back home. See you Wednesday. Donut worry, Sweet Tart, you’re the only thing I’ll be thinking about ;) -Your All-Star
“That’s great, babe. Listen, any time you wanna kick me out and spend the night with Hallie doing girly shit, like naked pillow fights, let me know. I’ll crash on Lane’s couch.” He smirks.
Reese: I’m fucking nervous. My palms are sweating. Even my balls are sweaty. We’ve played in sold out stadiums, and I’m more nervous about this. Grant renames conversation to: OPERATION CAT DADDY Lane: 5535856611553585661155358566115535856611 Reese: Are you making fun of my child?
know that she hates when her socks don’t match and that she loves the smell of books. Grapes disgust her, and she likes to paint her nails every week and really fucking hates the commercials on TV with the sad animals and that Sarah McLachlan song because they always make her cry. And of course, I remember that growing up, she was an only child and always wanted a cat.
“How about we order Jack’s for dinner? And then I can have dessert on the kitchen table and make up for lost time.”
Viv walks over to the drawer in the kitchen and pulls out a card game and, with that cute little fucking smirk, challenges me to it like she’s throwing down the gauntlet. Except it turns out that my girl is a really sore loser. “God, you are such a cheater!” Viv accuses, tossing her cards onto the floor between us, narrowing her eyes at me as she crosses her arms over her chest. “Admit it, you totally cheated.” Boo scampers out of the living room at Viv’s sudden fit, and I chuckle. “Babe. It’s UNO. How the fuck do you cheat at UNO?”
am going to suck the soul out of you, Reese Landry.” His laugh fills the car, and he reaches out and captures my hand, lacing our fingers together as we continue down the dark gravel road toward the one place I’ve been dreaming of visiting again since I was a little girl. He’s taking me to the abandoned theme park.
“Are you gonna hold my hand?” His eyes shine with amusement. “’Cause you know I’m fucking scared of ghosts.”
“Okay, let’s do this. We have to go to the fun house!” Reese groans as he flips the switch on his. “Fuck me. Why did I do this again?” “Mmm. I’m going to fuck you alright… and because you’re amazing, that’s why. Now, come on, you big chicken. Nothing’s going to happen,”
snap a few photos with the camera and then press deeper into the house with Reese on my heels. Suddenly, there’s a loud bang from the other side of the house, and he stiffens beside me. “What the fuck was that?”
“I don’t like this sh—” A loud crash causes us to both jump, cutting him off. “Yeah, and tell me what the fuck that was, Sweet Tart,” he whisper-yells. My eyes widen. “Um… a ghost?” He shakes his head. “Nah, fuck this. We’re getting out of here. Right the fuck now.”
“Thank you for facing your fear for me tonight.” I tell Reese when he’s “safely” gotten me in the car, buckled me into the seat, and climbed in his side. He glances over at me from the driver’s seat and smirks, “Anything for you, Sweet Tart. But next time? Can we please just watch a movie about this shit so I don’t have a heart attack at twenty-two?” “Or maybe next time we bring actual ghost-hunting equipment so we’re prepared.” His expression turns panicked, and I laugh. “Just kidding.”
“I don’t want to be friends who hook up anymore because I want to be more than friends, Viv. I want to be with you, for real. I want you to be my girlfriend, not just the girl I’m hooking up with. You deserve more than that. I like you, and I want us to be in a relationship.”
