“Pink knows you have a vagina.”
My words make her narrow her eyes on me now. I still can’t believe all the things she’s let him get away with. No one gives the brush off better than Elle.
“Well, he’s not getting anywhere near my vagina.”
“I don’t know how you do it. I haven’t even had sex and I think I’m already addicted to it. I’m not sure what will happen once I get it. I don’t know how you go so long without it having done it before. You actually know how good it is. I was just in the dark, but now I know it’s going to be awesome.”
Elle silently finishes cleaning up. I can feel the tension in the air grow a little.
“You’ve had sex, right? I just thought…” I trail off, trying to think back. She’s never had a serious boyfriend, but she has dated before. Or used to date, anyways. I just never asked her about sex because, well, I never really thought much about it before now.
“Elle?” I push.
“No, I haven’t had sex,” she finally snaps. I can feel my eyes widen. Okay then. Didn’t see that one coming.
“Like I said, men are assholes who only want in your pants, and then they move on to the next. They only like me because I’m pretty and want to say they banged me. Or they think they can buy me.”
“Does Pink make you feel that way, too?” I ask, suddenly feeling bad. I’d never thought about it like that. It reminds me a little of what Drake said about me just wanting him for sex, which isn’t true.
“He just makes me feel frustrated,” she growls. Actually growls in a voice I’ve never heard her use before. It makes me giggle a little. Her eyes snap to me. It’s the look she gives me when I’m saying something I shouldn’t be.
“Sexually frustrated?”
“I’m going to punch you.”
“What?” I throw my hands up, and she flings the towel she used to clean the mess at me. I catch it midair before tossing it back at her.
“I’m just wondering. You let him touch and kiss on you after you yell at him. It’s confusing.” I’ve never seen a man handle Elle like Pink does. It’s actually really intriguing. He seems to know how to work her. Even I can’t do that and I’ve known her my whole life.
She lets out a heavy sigh as she makes her way back to her stool.
“No, I don’t feel like he just wants in my pants. Normally, when you call a guy on it they move on, but you never know. I’m jaded. He just keeps getting all in my space and kissing me like he can do it whenever he wants. It’s annoying and—”
“Hot,” I finish for her, making her roll her eyes, but I see the side of her mouth quirk up a little, like she’s remembering him annoying her.
“I like him,” she finally admits. “And I hate that I like him, and I hate that he seems to know I like him.” She looks so frustrated at her own admission.
I giggle once again at the circle she seems to be going in.
“You should just give in and not question it, like me. My logic is undeniable,” I tell her, giving her one of my favorite movie lines. I use it on her when she tries to argue a point against me. “We could do a double wedding!”
I jump up from my chair like I just came up with the best idea ever. Because I did.
“I can’t even with you,” she says, finally cracking a smile and laughing.
“Hey, if all he wants is in your pants, then you’ll know where you stand when you say you’re getting married. It’s perfect.” I nod my head. Damn, I might be good at the whole relationship thing after all. I could Oprah this and just start handing out marriages.
I start jumping around and chanting, “You get a wedding. You get a wedding.” Elle just laughs harder.
When the door opens, I spin to see Drake and Pink are back.
“We’re all getting married!” I tell them before launching myself at Drake.
12
Drake
I reach out and wrap Zoey up as she jumps into my arms. I hold her close, pressing my nose to her neck and inhaling her scent. She’s sweet like fresh honeysuckle, and it drives me wild. Having her little warm body wrapped around mine makes me feel like I’ve come home. Fuck, I’m going to get used to coming home to this every day.
I turn towards Pink and wink at him over Zoey’s shoulder. “I’ll let you handle that one.” I grip her ass hard as I walk towards the bedroom. “See you guys later.”
I don’t turn around to watch them leave. I hear the front door shut and the lock click into place just as I enter the master bedroom.
“Have you been planning our wedding?” I ask as I kiss Zoey’s neck and lay her on the bed. I crawl over her, pulling at her T-shirt as she reaches for mine. I get her shirt off and look down at her, seeing her full breasts spilling out of the top of her white cotton bra.
“Yes. I think it would be cost effective if we all got married at the same time, at the same place. It would be fun,” she says as she runs her hands down my naked chest.
I pull the small box out of my pocket and set it on her bare tummy. I look up into her eyes and see excitement there as she snatches the box and opens it up.
“Oh, it’s so sparkly!” she exclaims, taking the ring out of the box. “I never wear jewelry, but I’ll wear this all the time. It’s so pretty. What is it?”
I shake my head, thinking this is the craziest proposal of all time, and I’m pretty sure she just decided Pink is getting married, too. “It’s an amethyst. It’s for the month that we met—February. And also my birthday month.”