I sigh and smack my hands against the table in exasperation. “Oh, grow up, Cade. People have sex. It’s a fact of life. Xander and I are married, so I assure you he quite enjoys putting his penis in my vagina.”
“Oh, my God,” Xander mutters beside me, covering his face with his hands.
“Oh, not you too,” I groan. “You boys are ridiculous.”
“He’s your brother,” Xander argues, keeping his face covered. “He doesn’t need to hear about our sex life.”
“I’m his sister and Rae tells me about theirs,” I argue.
Rae’s eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights when both boys look at her. “I … I …” she stutters. “Only sometimes.”
“I can’t believe this,” Cade mutters.
“I feel ganged up on,” Xander says to Cade.
“These girls are going to be the death of me,” Cade agrees.
I roll my eyes. “You boys are far too sensitive. Honestly.” I sigh.
I’ve always been open about my body and sex, and I wish more people were too. You shouldn’t feel ashamed to speak freely. It’s a natural part of life.
I finish eating my dinner, and after we’ve all eaten, Xander and I clean the dishes and pack them away.
When we’re done Xander lifts me onto the counter. I look around at the empty room and frown.
“I’m sad to leave,” I admit.
“Me too,” Xander agrees, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “We have a lot of good memories here, but we’ll make more at our new home.”
“I know.” I nod, but I still feel like I might cry.
I wasn’t sad when I moved out of my parents’ house and into the dorms, and I wasn’t sad when I moved from the dorms to here, but this … this is breaking my heart. I’d think something was wrong with me if everyone else wasn’t equally as sad.
He touches his fingers to my trembling lower lip. “Don’t cry,” he pleads.
I suck in a lungful of air, using it to help tamp down my emotions. “I don’t know why I’m so emotional.” I smile weakly.
He places his hands on either side of my waist on the counter. “It’s a big deal,” he reasons. “It’s kind of crazy to think that we’ve been married for almost three years and we’ve never actually lived just the two of us.”
“Whoa.” My eyes widen. “What if you get sick of me after a week and want a divorce?”
He laughs and shakes his head, his shaggy black hair falling into his eyes. “Not a chance. If I’ve lived twenty-six years—twenty-three with you alive—and haven’t gotten sick of you yet, then I think we’re safe.” He taps his finger to my nose. “Besides, I don’t think there are any hidden quirks about to suddenly surface. I hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but I already know the good, bad, and the ugly.”
I fight a smile and pretend to be mad. “Is that so?” I raise a brow. “And what exactly is the bad and the ugly.”
“You forgot the good,” he points out.
“Okay, the good too then.”
“Well, let’s see.” He grins and holds up his fingers to tick them off. “Good—you have the kindest heart, you’re funny, you like the same movies and shows that I do, honestly the good list goes on and on. As for the bad, you hate mornings, and that’s annoying because I happen to love them. You also despise change and like everything to go according to plan.” He slurs my five-year plan. “But plans make life boring.” He lowers his head and brushes his lips over my cheek, moving to the shell of my ear so I shiver from his touch. “And the ugly—well, you’re kind of terrifying when you wake up. Your hair’s a mess and you kind of mutter like a monster until you get some coffee.”
“Xander,” I scoff, and swat at his arm.
He laughs and dodges me easily, not that it would’ve fazed him anyway. Xander’s always been a muscular guy, but thanks to the last couple of years of playing professional football he’s really bulked up now.
“Come on.” He grabs my hips and hoists me off the counter. “We have to finish packing.”
I wrinkle my nose in distaste. “Don’t remind me.”