Page 2 of Double the Fun
I try to play it cool for the rest of the ride home. The guys offered to take us and we accepted, telling them our address but not our apartment number - we’re not stupid. Harper kicks the heels I let her borrow off as soon as she hits the door. She’s not a big heel wearer, unlike myself who might have a small addiction. I hate to admit it, but I have shoes I haven’t worn…yet! I plan to, of course. I’m just saving them for a special occasion.
I flop down on the sofa next to her but neither of us speaks. I wonder if she’s thinking about the guys. We’re so close to one another that I would lay money on the answer being yes.
“So…,”
“So…,”
She gives me a narrow-eyed look and I can tell what she is thinking. “Okay, so going to the club wasn’t a great idea after all.”
She rolls her eyes at me but gives me a laugh. “Want to watch Practical Magic?”
“Hell yes!”
We go our separate ways to prepare before finally coming back to the couch in our pjs and with snacks. I wait for the beginning of the movie to pass before I look over at Harper. Eventually, she turns and looks at me just being able to tell that I am waiting for her to give me her attention.
“So…”
“So?” she seems skeptical.
“How hot were those twins?”
“Oh, Harley!”
“What? There’s no harm in talking about it – it’s not like we’re ever going to see them again anyways.” And why does that thought make me so damned sad? I look over at Harper and spot the same look mirrored in her eyes. She’s just as depressed about the fact as I am.
“He was really sweet! He didn’t even get mad at me for the whole Chuck thing.”
I huff with enough force to move my bangs around my eyes. “Like any of that was your fault.” I give her another angry puff. “Chuck’s a fucking loser. I got to kick him in the balls!”
Both of us giggle and fall on each other with the thought of Chuck having to retrieve his nuts from his stomach in the bathroom. Good luck with that, asshole!
“Still…he was super sweet.” I can hear the wistfulness in my sister’s voice. This guy really made an impact on her.
It kind of makes me feel better because I'm assured it’s not just me that is feeling so…out of sorts from just a brief meeting. I’m not suffering this upsetting emotion alone. As always, my sister is by my side. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have her.
One of the reasons I absolutely abhor Chuck is because of the shit he gave Harper about how close we were. He kept making her feel like it wasn’t normal to be as close as me and her are. God, I wish I could go back and kick him in the nuts again…this time harder.
“And super hot!” I don’t have to wonder if she is keeping up with my sporadic thought process because she just gets me.
My mind drifts back to just how hot.
“Oh My God! You’re totally crushing on the brother.”
Shit! That whole weird sister-mind thing we have has its drawbacks and Harper just hit on one of them.
“Am not!” I deny, deny, deny. “But…even if I was, so what? Tattoos and piercings are fucking hot.”
“Piercings?” She seems lost for just a second. “Oh, mine didn’t have piercings.”
“None that you could see anyways.” I fight the shiver I get from thinking about where my brother - the one I like - might be pierced other than his eyebrow, by laughing my ass off at Harper. As always her reaction is classic and way too funny.
We fall silent as both of us pretend to watch the movie instead of thinking about the hot guys we met tonight. I should be thinking about work, not about a tattooed club guy who may or may not have felt amazing between my legs. A place no man but him has ever been.
Chapter Three
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Colm