Sasha paused from scratching her shoulder. “Wait. What? You mean… Holy shit, that was Brandt Gamble on our couch all night?”
I groaned and closed my eyes. “No. Of course not.”
“That was his younger brother,” Tyla eagerly reported. “Colton Gamble.”
“Colton Gamble?” Sasha shook her head a second before her eyes grew big. “Holy shit.” She turned to me. “Wait. So…they’re only like half siblings, right? And Brandt’s much, much darker than him. Right?”
I opened my eyes and could only stare at my two friends before wincing out a helpless little shrug.
“Holy shit,” Sasha gasped. “You’ve had a thing for a white guy for almost a year, and you never told us?”
I opened my mouth. “I…I didn’t think it’d matter.”
Okay, that was a lie. I knew it would matter to these two, a lot—they’d grown up much the same way I had—which was why I hadn’t mentioned anything. That way, if things hadn’t worked out between me and Brandt—which they hadn’t—I’d probably never have to reveal one tiny little fact about him.
“Feed that bullshit to someone else,” Sasha demanded, “and tell us everything.”
Tyla and Sasha moved in, suddenly more curious than I’d ever seen them.
“Are they really smaller, you know, down there?”
“Do they kiss okay? I always thought they’d be really slobbery. They look like, you know, they produce a lot of saliva when kissing.”
I rolled my eyes and nearly confessed that white guys were totally not more slobbery than black men, but then I realized I’d have to reveal making out with Colton. And they didn’t know about him yet…well, not really.
I lifted my hands to quiet them. “Will you two calm down? I never slept with or even kissed Brandt. Our date bombed five minutes in, remember?”
Both of their shoulders slumped. “Oh, yeah. That’s right.”
They looked so crestfallen, I frowned. “Are you two really that curious about white guys?”
“Yes!” they cried together.
“Well,” Sasha hesitated. “Curious, yes. Just
not curious enough to ever ask one out…like you did. I mean, seriously, girl. Are you crazy? What would you have told your dad if you and Brandt Gamble had actually started something?”
I blew out a long breath. “I don’t know,” I confessed in a hushed voice. “I guess it’s just as well we didn’t.”
“Yeah,” Tyla agreed with a serious nod. But then she focused on my face again, “But if you ever do, you know…with a white guy, you are spilling every single detail, do you understand me, young lady?”
“And who the hell is this Colton guy?” Sasha added. “How did he end up on our couch?”
“Before you answer, let me just put this out there…” Tyla lifted a serious finger. “That white boy was fine.”
“Mmm hmm,” Sasha agreed with a nod. “Even passed out on the couch, I could tell he was gorgeous last night.”
“Hell, you should’ve seen him awake and upright this morning.” Tyla growled appreciatively deep in her throat, before glancing at me. “If he looks anything like his brother, I can see why you decided to taste test a little white meat.”
“Which brings us back to the question of why Brandt Gamble’s brother stayed the night on our couch,” Sasha demanded, forcing the conversation back on track.
When both friends quieted down enough for me to answer, I shrank lower under their expectant stares. “He, uh…” I cleared my throat and winced because I knew I was going to be forced to tell them more than I wanted to. “He drove me home from the party last night.”
“Okay,” Tyla said slowly. “Why? Did you get bored with us or something?”
“Oh, shit. We didn’t make you feel left out when our guys arrived, did we?”
Actually, for a second there, I had felt pretty bummed and resentful that Chad and Theo had crashed our girls’ night out. But then Colton had shown up, and I’d forgotten all about being a lame fifth wheel.