Kaylee's eyes light up with that we have a secret look.
"I miss something exciting?" I ask.
Emma shakes her head. "Hair stuff."
"Girl talk." Kaylee nods.
Emma waits for me to move into the kitchen. She leans in to not quite whisper to Kay. "You think you're going to do it again?" She looks to me. Motions go away. "The hairstyle."
"Yeah. I think this is my new hairstyle."
"But you... Uh..." My sister's brow furrows.
She's not exactly being subtle. They're obviously talking about sex.
But Emma is staring at me like it would be hell if I found out.
Huh.
Emma leans in to whisper.
Kaylee whispers back. She stands up and smooths her jeans. "I'm going to see how it goes. See how long I want to keep up this..." She pats her tight ponytail. "Hairstyle." She picks up her empty mug. "You want more?"
Em
ma shakes her head. "No. Sugar will keep me up all night. And some of us have work in the morning. Why do I get all the early shifts?"
"You request them," Kay says.
"No. That was some weirdo who inhabited my body. I hate mornings."
"You hate working nights."
"Mmm. Maybe." She stands to throw her arms around Kaylee.
They exchange another set of whispers.
Then Emma is nodding good night and heading toward the stairs. "Don't grill her, Brendon. Consider it a personal favor."
"What do I get out of it?" I tease.
"I'll watch Lethal Weapon with you," Emma says.
"And the sequel?" I tease.
Emma groans. "Fine."
She's been objecting to the possibility of watching Mel Gibson as a cop who plays by his own rules forever.
Kaylee watches Emma move up the stairs. Crosses to the kitchen. "Hey."
"Hey." I wait until Emma's door slams shut. Then I grab onto Kay's hips, pin her to the counter, and press my lips to hers.
She tastes good. Like sugar and salt and chocolate.
She groans as she pulls back. "We should be careful."
I nod as I pin her hips to the counter.