Page 88 of Wright Together

“You were innocent in this. He should have never made you feel like that.”

“Yeah. Parents, huh?”

“Fucking tell me about it.”

I sighed. “Yeah. I guess I should call him.”

“Do it later,” she said, threading our fingers together. “You don’t have to run to him right away. Do it on your terms. He can wait. He made you wait long enough.”

I smiled down at this force of nature I called my girlfriend. Why hadn’t I been able to say that? He’d made me wait long enough. It was as simple as that.

“Plus, I have on a white bikini,” she said with a grin. “Want to see it?”

I choked out a, “Yes,” and she laughed, stripping out of her T-shirt and pulling me toward the party.

Tomorrow. I could think about it all tomorrow. Be more like my siblings.

Because right now, I wanted to be present with my girlfriend.

25

Eve

Iblinked into the soft morning light, momentarily forgetting where I was. I jolted upright in the giant king-size bed, my heart racing a mile a minute. Then, the previous day washed over me.

Right.

I’d stayed the night with Whitt.

Whitt, who was not currently in the bed. I looked around his immaculately clean and perfectly decorated room and didn’t see a trace of the man. As my eyes adjusted to the space, I realized that I could hear the shower running.

I released a breath with relief. I didn’t know what I’d thought he’d do. It wasn’t like he was going to run out on me, sleeping in his bed, but it was the first time that I’d stayed here despite our many adventures between the sheets. I’d always thought it was too intimate…too relationshippy to stay the night. I hadn’t snuck out or anything, but I’d still left before the morning.

Now, I sank back into his luxurious sheets and stretched out on the big bed. My bed back at the house was a double. Why hadn’t I stayed here before? Ten out of ten for quality of the sheets, pillows, and mattress. A girl could get used to this.

I rolled over and grabbed my phone. I jolted at the time. Christ, it was early. I still had a few hours before my meeting with Jordan later. I was pretty sure that Whitt didn’t have to be in the office for at least an hour.

I tossed the sheets off of my legs and padded into the bathroom in nothing but the red lacy thong I’d had on the night before. Whitt’s shower was enormous with just a thin pane of glass, revealing the muscular, naked torso through the fogged window.

I dropped my panties on the tiled floor and drew the door open. “Mind if I join?”

He grinned as I stepped into the shower with him.

“I’d mind if you didn’t,” he said, pulling me under the hot spray.

I laughed as water cascaded over me. “I wasn’t going to get my hair wet! Do you know how long it takes to dry?”

“I have seen you with a blow-dryer before, yes, but I wouldn’t get to do this.”

His hands came up into the now-wet tresses, massaging my scalp. I groaned as he brought goose bumps to my skin. My body hummed to life at the feel of his fingers working their magic. I hadn’t even realized that there was tension in my body until he dissolved it.

“That feels amazing,” I muttered.

“Do you need fancy shampoo and conditioner?” he asked.

I nodded. “I’m a girl after all. I like nice hair products. You don’t get tresses like this without quality care.”

“Then, you should leave some here.”