Page 39 of Wright Together

He found my shorts and handed those off to me, too. “Still want to get pizza?”

“Our friends are going to freak the fuck out.”

“So?”

Right. I was the one who wanted to keep this casual. No one would be surprised that we were hooking up. It didn’t have to mean anything. Because it meant nothing that this man could get me off in a matter of minutes or that I was now anticipating the next time we could do exactly this. Or so much more.

No, I didn’t have space or energy for a relationship. I’d gotten Whitt to agree to this. I didn’t need to complicate things.

He stepped out of the backseat and offered me a hand. I gulped at the sight of it. That felt like more of an invitation than I’d prepared myself for.

Casual. I could do casual. Casual was my middle name.

I didn’t take his offered hand. Instead, I crawled over the center console and into the passenger seat.

He laughed and walked around to the driver’s side. “Ready when you are.”

I nodded resolutely. “You’re right. Let’s go.”

13

Eve

“Holy shit, Eve,” Blaire said when I strode out of my bedroom.

“What?”

She gestured up and down. “You look totally bangable.”

“Is that even a word?”

“It is now,” Piper said. She slung her boots onto the floor and rose from the ottoman she’d been lounging in. She had on fitted bootcut jeans and a little crop top. “Are you trying to get fucked tonight?”

I ran my hands down the green dress I’d picked out. Honestly, I’d thought it was tame. I had much slinkier pieces. Sure, it had a V-cut and showed off my rack, but wasn’t that the point?

“I don’t think she’d mind one bit,” Blaire said with a smirk on her lips.

She was in a miniskirt-and-crop combo that was mostly athletic-inspired. But at least we’d gotten her out of leggings, an oversize T-shirt, and a baseball cap.

“Not after last weekend,” Piper agreed.

“I don’t know what y’all are talking about. Are we going?”

“Ahh, come on.” Blaire jumped up and grabbed my arm. “Give us the details!”

“There are no details,” I said with a laugh, shaking her off. “Honestly.”

“There is nothing honest about the way Whitt looked at you last weekend,” Piper said. “Hollin is more surreptitious.”

“Hollin couldn’t keep a secret if his life depended on it.”

Which wasn’t precisely true since he’d kept mine when I needed him to. But Hollin was loud, bold, and generally just…a lot. Whitt had hardly beenthatobvious.

“Oh, she’s got it bad,” Blaire said.

“Is the dress for him then?” Piper asked.

“The dress is for the party, obviously.”