“Yeah. I mean I blocked my mom’s number today, and I’m about to show my crush my room,” I grinned, nodding toward the hall. “Wanna see?”
He grinned back.
“Let’s do it.”
27
IAIN
She took me by the hand to lead me to her room, and as soon as she turned on her lamp, she went to light the candles at her desk and flick on the string lights decorating her window and bookshelf.
Wandering in slowly, I smiled.
I looked at the bed I’d bought her. The stacks of notebooks on her white desk and the familiar bulletin board tacked with an array of colorful pictures. Printouts of the Minx logo. The Minx offices. Magazine rip outs of New York, Milan and L.A.
I recognized it all, because back in the day, this bulletin board was what hung on the wall right across her always-open bedroom door, which I always had to pass to get to Adam’s room.
“This actually feels… a lot like your old room,” I said when I finished taking it all in. Her little laugh drew my eyes back to her.
“I know. Is that weird for you?” she asked, her head tilted at me as she undid the buttons of her skirt.
“Honestly, yeah,” I said so quickly and bluntly it made her laugh. “And it doesn’t help that you’re taking your clothes off right now,” I added as she pushed her skirt to the floor, flashing me her thin white panties.
I swallowed, knowing well how smooth she was under there.
Fuck.
Forcing my stare back up, I caught her smirking at my look of visible torture.
“Sorry, it’s just I take my clothes off at the end of the day,” she said smartly, crossing the room in her top and panties. “And actually, you’re going to need to do the same thing if you want to get in my clean bed,” she added, opening up her closet.
I stared at her ass as she bent over to pull something out.
“Here,” she said, turning around to bring me a change of clothes. “This is stuff I stole from Adam forever ago because it’s super soft.”
I looked down at it. Grey sweats. A thoroughly worn Empires T-shirt that made me break into a laugh.
“Wow. I haven’t seen this in so long,” I remarked, running my thumb over the faded old logo. “You realize this was mine, right?”
“What?” Holland was already back at her closet, but she looked over her shoulder with a big, quizzical smile. “Really?”
“Yeah. I know you guys were an Empires family but your brother was always secretly rooting for California teams.”
“I guess he always knew he wanted to escape there eventually. And good thing he did, or he would’ve never met you,” she said as she turned around and backed into her small closet to change behind the door—no doubt for my horny sake.
I smirked, whipping off my tie and getting changed myself as she spoke to me from behind the door.
“When I was growing up, my mom loved to talk so much about how rotten Adam was, and she would always say that the worst thing that could ever happen to us was if he found someone just like him. But high school would’ve been actual hell on Earth if it weren’t for you, so I should’ve known from the jump that she was full of shit.”
When she reappeared from behind the closet door, she was wearing thin blue shorts and the same T-shirt she used to wear to sleep in high school.
It was white with a square picture in the center of palm trees over a pink L.A sunset.
Christ. I raked my fingers through my hair till I was rubbing the back of my neck as I stared, because the color was faded and the fit was definitely tighter now, the palm trees stretching wide and the cotton stretching thin around her perfect tits, but it was the same shirt she’d always worn around the house when she was in high school.
And the fact that it was making my dick hard was probably evident to her, since she was standing in front of me, quietly smiling as she observed the way I looked in this outfit. I knew it was because this was how she remembered me for the longest time. Relaxed and at ease. Walking around her house in a T-shirt and sweats.
There was an actual twinkle in her eye as she looked at me, and she was so fucking cute that it took awhile for me to remember what she’d just been talking about.