Kiersten
“He got down on bended knee?” Lisa screeched as she ran around my room in a frenzy. “What did you do?”
“I said yes, of course.” I laughed, throwing some more clothes into my suitcase. I wasn’t really sure what I wanted to bring or wear. Uncle Jo about crapped himself when I told him the plan. He was so happy I was actually doing something that he started crying on the other end of the phone. When I pointed it out, he said a mosquito had flown into his eye. Right, in November.
It also helped matters that he’d idolized Randy Michels for years. I was under strict instructions by my uncle to marry Wes at all costs. He even offered to drive us to Vegas. Yeah, so basically I had the coolest uncle in the world. Nobody could argue that. He and my aunt were planning a huge celebration with the rest of the family. They were going to Skype me on Turkey Day so I could say hi to everyone.
“I would have freaked out.” Lisa fell onto my bed with a loud sigh. “I mean, I’m freaking out now and it didn’t even happen to me!”
“Right.” I tugged a shirt out from underneath her and folded it into my suitcase.
“You’re dating Weston Michels.” She gave another giggle and then jolted up from her bed, “Oh my gosh! Have you sl—”
“Don’t go there.” I pointed at her face. “We’ve kissed, like once — or twice now, actually.”
“What? Twice?” I swear her scream just woke hibernating bears in Alaska. “And you didn’t tell me?”
“I knew,” Gabe said from the door, giving me a wink and slapping me on the shoulder as he walked by.
“Helpful Gabe, thank you.” I glared.
Lisa crossed her arms and pouted. “Everyone knew but me?”
“No, Gabe just saw me doing the walk of shame one morning and jumped to conclusions. I had to clear the air, otherwise he would have assumed the worst, because well, it’s Gabe.”
“True.”
“And the rest is history.”
Lisa seemed satisfied with that answer because about two minutes later she grinned. “Is he a good kisser?”
“Do we have to discuss this now?” Gabe complained. “Wait until I’m not in the room.”
“So leave.” Lisa shrugged.
“Can’t.” He pushed her to the side of the bed so he could sit down. “I have to send off my favorite girl. You know, give her all the normal warnings about what guys think, and why she should never under any circumstances watch a movie with a member of the opposite sex after eleven p.m.”
“Huh?” I stopped folding clothes. “Why not?”
“Sex.” Gabe glared “Studies show that testosterone skyrockets while watching horror movies, add that into nighttime and touching, and you, my friend, have a recipe for a baby rattle and no future.”
Lisa gaped. “Wow, where were you during my sex ed classes in high school?”
“Players know the game well, don’t they?” I teased.
“Only the stars.” He blew me a kiss and held up his hand for a high five.
Lisa slapped it.
I rolled my eyes at her.
“What?” She shrugged. “He really is so talented in the field.”
“And you know this how? Cousins? Remember?”
“Family equals no secrets.” Lisa nodded. “And it helps that three sororities rank guys on a scale of one to ten. Care to take a guess about Gabe’s rating?”
“Five?” I lifted my eyebrows.