“You like that?” he jokes.
“It sounds stupid, but I feel warm and fuzzy when we talk about this stuff.”
He chuckles lightly. “So easy to please.”
“Only with you.”
The heat in his gaze returns. “Stop.”
I throw a hand up in defeat. “I didn’t do anything.”
“Your eyes went warm, your face started to glow, and your voice got soft. Maybe the Facetime wasn’t a good idea. It was easier not being able to see you.”
“No way! This is great.”
He smirks and shakes his head. “You have no idea how much I miss you.”
“I’m pretty sure I’m in the same boat. But we only have one week to wait.”
“Did I tell you I’m on the field for the football game?”
“How’d you do that?”
“Have my ways.” He shrugs with a smug grin.
“Are you still jealous of my cheer partner?”
“The way I figure it, we need to meet.”
“Please don’t scare the poor boy away. He’s sweet.”
“No room for misunderstanding if he meets me then.”
“Ugh. You are insane.”
“We’ve had this conversation. Insane about you.”
There’s a loud banging behind him, and a door swings open. Nate walks up and puts his face on the screen.
“Hey, sis.”
“Nate!”
“How ya doing?”
“Let’s see. Since we actually spoke last, my Theories class has the potential to kick my ass, Quinn’s current academic mission is to push the envelope as far as she can, and Bryce is still insanely jealous. What’s up with you?”
Bryce sighs loudly when Nate takes over the conversation. We chat for a few minutes about his plans while he’s at home for leave. Nothing he’s telling me is really important, but it’s obvious he’s trying to aggravate Bryce. Quinn hears us and busts through my door to join in.
“What the hell is happening?” Bryce finally blows up. “I haven’t seen my fiancée in eleven weeks. How did this turn into a fucking group convo?”
“I see you’re still as pussy-whipped as ever,” Quinn goads him.
The scowl on his face sends me into a fit of giggles. She joins in until his expression changes. “You wait, Quinn. Remember, I’ll be there for five nights next week. Payback is hell.”
“If you even think you’re going to spout all that love sick, ooey-gooey shit around here the entire time, I will throw up on you. I’ll give you a day, two tops, but then you better act like a civilized man as compared to a love-struck boy.”
“Shut it! I really don’t need visuals.” My brother’s mood changes instantly. “You all forget, this is still my little sister.”