I'll strip you out of that dress.
Pin you to my bed.
Teach you every fucking thing you need to know.
Her voice gets firm. Confident. "You must have bet Dean for a reason. Because you like the idea of me as a virgin."
"No. It didn't mean anything."
That's bullshit.
I fucking love that Kaylee is a virgin. I love the idea of being the first person inside her. Of my name being the first on her lips. Of my hand being the first on her ass.
It's not because I'm hot for virgins.
It's because it's Kay. Because she's an angel. Because she's sweet. Because I want to watch her bloom in every fucking way she can.
"It doesn't matter, Kay. We can't." I take her hand and pull her to her feet. "Get the thought out of your head."
"What if it won't go?"
"It will. It just takes time." I take a step backward. I can't lie to her. Not when she's looking at me with those gorgeous green eyes. "Forget about me. Find another guy. One you actually want to be with."
"But I..." Her eyes turn down. She wraps her arms around her chest. "I need to get my purse."
"I will. Stay here."
She nods.
I move back into the shop.
Everyone—save Ryan and Dean—is sitting on the benches. Staring at me like I'm holding a hundred-thousand-dollar vase.
Emma glares at me. "Is she okay?"
"Yeah," I say.
"Why would you bet Dean about that?" Emma grabs Kaylee's pink purse as she pushes herself to her feet.
"We get bored. Look for stuff to do." More bullshit.
Walker shoots me an incredulous look.
I shoot him a shut the fuck up.
Leighton shakes her head I don't think so, but Emma doesn't notice.
My sister moves toward the door. "I'll take her home." She grabs the door. "I'm tired anyway."
I nod. "You okay walking?"
"It's only five blocks." Emma steps outside without glancing in my direction. Pure cold shoulder.
Walker shakes his head. "You're lucky Ryan didn't hear that." He looks to Leighton for support.
She wraps a pink strand around her finger. It matches the cherry blossom tattoo on her forearm.
"You have something to add?" I ask.