Growling at my phone, I push Jace off me, silence my phone, and toss back the covers in frustration.
Girls’ day.
Not that I don’t love the girls, but after last night, I’m not really in the mood to shop. Not that I have a choice. It’s on the schedule. We have to attend all scheduled events.
“What’s on your agenda?” Jace asks, refusing to leave my bed. His shoes are by the door, but he’s still wearing the same clothes he was when he stormed in here last night. I can see the top of his cargo shorts sticking out from beneath the covers and his dark-gray T-shirt is stretched tight across his very muscular chest. “Presley.”
Shit. I was staring. I’ve seen what’s hidden beneath those clothes, yet my mind still runs away with itself.
“Shopping,” I reply, averting my eyes. “Kill me now.”
“You don’t like to shop?”
“Online, yes. Department stores, the mall, with other girls... hate. It.”
Jace chuckles before reaching out and pulling me back down on the bed with him. “Stay here, then. We’ll lock the door and pretend nothing outside this room exists.”
“Does my door even lock anymore?” I ask, lifting my eyebrow in challenge.
“Probably not,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “I’ll get it fixed.”
I’d love nothing more than to spend the day in bed with Jace.
That sounds slutty. Not that I didn’t enjoy being naked with him. It’s just...
I need to get out of my own head.
And he needs to get out of my bed or I’m not going to leave.
After kicking Jace out, I quickly shower and dress. The girls are waiting for me impatiently when I finally arrive outside the main house. Courtney is tapping the toe of her heel against the concrete, staring at me in frustration as I approach.
When I walk past her and climb in the van without an apology or explanation, she lets out an aggravated growl before climbing in behind me.
What’s worse than shopping at the mall?
Shopping at an outlet center.
What’s worse than shopping with your friends?
Shopping with someone who works in retail. Someone who you pissed off earlier in the day. Someone who loves shopping more than life itself.
Shopping with Courtney is pure torture.
Twenty minutes in and she has bitched each of us out at least once. Teegan brushed her off and continued to talk about how in love she was, refusing to tell us which one of the guys she was referring to. Bella went silent, not saying a word the rest of the trip. I tried to escape away on my own or at least keep my distance from Courtney, but she seemed to be everywhere I turned.
Even in the dressing room.
I could have sworn all the stalls were empty. I only had two pairs of pants and a sundress to try on. Five minutes, in and out.
Nope.
Courtney tosses clothes over the door and orders me to try them on.
Teegan hops in the stall next to me, still talking, even though I’m certain we all stopped listening long ago.
“He’s just so... gah! I don’t even know how to describe it. I mean, he’s sweet and charming and, damn, his body is like granite. Don’t get me wrong, they’re all hot. Maybe it’s his personality. He’s funny. When we’re alone—”
“Stop!” Bella hollers, her voice echoing off the walls. “Just shut the fuck up for five damn minutes. No one cares that you’re falling in love with one of the guys. You’re being annoying and you know it.”