Discipline

“See, look. As sexy as you are when you pout, I love you a hundred million times more when you smile,” Adriana said, giving me another peck, this time on the nose before dragging her neon bag over from the door and sifting through it. “I think I’m gonna wear a white dress to dinner tonight, because of this rockin’ ass tan I got today. You should too! We could be twins.”

I cocked an eyebrow at her while taking small sips from the vodka bottle, feeling the liquid slightly burning the roof of my mouth. “You mean ‘twinsies?’ With our matching lingerie sets?”

Adriana gasped. “Oh my God, I forgot!”

Laughing, I watched as she began rummaging through her clothes like a little squirrel, stopping abruptly once her eyes met something at the bottom of her bag. Slowly, she pulled out what looked to be the same exact La Perla set that she’d pulled from my luggage a day ago. She looked at me seriously.

“Nina. We have the same flawless taste.” She paused. “Assuming you picked that set and Ben only bought it for you.”

“Yup.”

“Then we are two flawless, flawless individuals.”

I nodded. “Flawless, drunk as shit individuals.”

Adriana threw her head back and laughed, turning her back to me before beginning to undo her bikini top. I cocked my head at her.

“That is adorable, Ade, you’re being modest for me right now. Because we haven’t peed in front of each other at a thousand bars before and I haven’t had to throw your wasted self in the shower and then put your pajamas on for you a thousand times before.”

Adriana peered over her shoulder, flashing me a sassy look. “Well damn, I was trying to be modest for you considering how you flipped out when I said in front of Aaron that we made out. Which we did, at Linh’s lingerie party.”

I laughed, recalling that first night. “Well.” I stumbled slightly as I neatly laid out my bra and panties on the floor before me. “That was when he was still just my former English teacher. We know each other a little better than that now, so I don’t mind if he knows about my history of making out with you when I’m hammered.”

“Nor should you,” Adriana sniffed, tossing her bikini top aside, her back still faced to me as she reached around it to put on the lace bra. It was quiet for a moment as I struggled to snap my own behind my back and in the silence, I could faintly hear the goings on of the downstairs. Smirking, I made out the boisterous sound of Mike’s playfully impatient voice, and a few words about whether or not “your girlfriend is ready yet,” more than likely directed at Aaron.

Wiggling out of my bikini bottom, I quickly snatched up my panties and pulled them on, keeping my eyes on the ground since I knew Adriana was doing the same a few yards in front of me. I wasn’t sure why we were suddenly playing the modesty game, especially considering our drunken states, but whatever the reason, it amused me.

“Ready?” she asked as I reached to unwind my hair from its topknot. We burst out laughing when she turned around, confirming our suspicions that we were indeed wearing the same exact set of lingerie. “I’ll kill you,” she murmured as she came closer. “Do you look better than me in this?”

Sipping again from the Ketel, I gazed at Adriana’s deeper tan and tighter abs, along with her much more plentiful cleavage. “Yeah, I don’t think so.”

Adriana rounded me to take a look at the view of my backside. “I think so. Asshole.”

I laughed, and just as she began pinching my waist with her fingers and spouting off again about my ass-to-waist ratio, I heard footsteps in the hallway. Freezing, my ears perked to the sound, freakishly recognizing those footsteps since I’d come to memorize every delectable thing about him.

“Whoa.”

Aaron immediately shielded his eyes when he swung open the door.

“Oop!” Adriana squeaked, squeezing my body instinctively with surprise. Still frozen, I couldn’t help the giggle that crept upon my lips, the one threatening to spill as Aaron somewhat stammered through a shocked, muffled explanation behind his hand, something about assuming Adriana to be in her own room. I unabashedly checked him out, starting to laugh as I felt Adriana’s body shake as she did so too.

Slowly, Aaron took his hand away from his face, his eyes going from narrow and quizzical to wide with awe as he allowed himself a good look at us, to fully soak in the image before him. It had to be as initially confusing as it was erotic: two girls in the room he slept in at night, entwined and wearing the same exact set of white lingerie. He shook his head, a sexy smirk forming despite his visible disbelief.

“What… was going on here?”

Adriana didn’t miss a beat. “Just checking out your girl’s ass. Sorry.”

Aaron watched as she ran her hands down the sides of my hips, hooking her fingers into the tops of my panties. “Can’t blame you,” he said slowly, his smile hesitant as he cocked an inquisitive eyebrow at me. I answered his silent question by holding the bottle of vodka out to him.

“Take it.”

He was still for a second before obliging, taking a few steps forward but stopping when I interrupted him.

“Close the door behind you first.”

His mouth parted as he tilted his head slightly upward, his expression now one of full understanding.

“Sure,” he said as he turned around to close the door. I could hear the grin in his voice.