Finding Our Course (Finding our Way 3)
“What the hell is going on?” I question her.
“You’re back. All of you is back. The joking, vibrant, joyful Devon is back.”
“I agree,” Quinn says from behind me, joining us.
“I am happy. So, so happy I’m waiting for the world to throw me a curveball.”
“Honey, don’t think like that. Just enjoy it.”
I nod my head in agreement, and she pulls me to her. Quinn joins our embrace and tears sting my eyes.
“Okay, now that we’ve established this, can you quit looking at me funny?” I ask my mom.
“Yep, officially done.”
We all go back to the table, and our dinner is waiting. Bryce grabs my hand again and winks at me. Something inside tells me he knows what we were talking about.
When we leave the restaurant, all the parents go to their hotels, and we make plans to meet tomorrow for a late lunch before the ROTC Ceremony at three. Quinn is staying with me at the apartment until Dean arrives tomorrow and they move into a hotel room for the rest of the weekend.
As soon as we get into the apartment, I say goodnight and go to Bryce’s shower. Quinn comes in and talks non-stop the whole time I’m bathing, which annoys the shit out of me.
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“You know Bryce won’t come in here and join me if you’re here, right?” I hiss.
Her laughter howls, and I poke my head out to see her rolling on the floor.
“What?”
“Nate paid me to come in and talk until you are done!”
“And you took it?”
“Yep! He’s trying to talk Bryce into letting me come to Destin so it’s a fair deal.”
“You are a bitch. I’ve been celibate for six weeks. My body is crying for relief. Why would you do that?”
“Oh, please! I hear you moaning in your room. I know you’re not exactly frustrated.”
“It’s not the same!” I slam the shower curtain back in place and finish my shower quickly.
When I’m done, I slip into my pajamas and head to the living room to find my boyfriend. He and Nate are watching the news, and he looks as miserable as I am.
“Nate, I promise to get you back one day!”
“Devon, there are some things brothers and sisters should never know about. Sex is one. I can’t ignore how tight Bryce is wound, but I did not want to hear it when we walked in the door. So I took my own drastic measures.”
Bryce gives him an evil look but slaps him on the back. “Thanks, man, but can I go to bed with my girl now?”
“Fucking A.” Nate stands and grabs the sheets to set up Quinn’s bed on the sofa. He mumbles the whole time, and I grin as I follow Bryce to his room.
He takes a shower, and I crawl in bed to read while I wait. When he comes out in his pajama pants, I look at him confused.
“You have on too many clothes,” I state.
He climbs in and pulls me to him. Then nothing. No kissing, no touching, no licking, nothing.
“What’s wrong?”