Page 87 of So This Is War
Sandie:Poor, poor Posey. Should have stuck with the braless attire.
LEVI
“Let’s practice our box breathing,”Yogi Carl says.
“Fuck you and your box breathing,” I mutter, exiting YouTube just as I hear Wylie head down the hallway.
I sit up from where I’m leaning on the island counter just in time to see her enter the kitchen . . .
Fuck.
Me.
I’m . . . fucked.
“Hey, thanks for waiting,” she says casually as she moves toward the fridge, my hungry eyes eating up every last inch of her.
Wearing a pair of wide-leg jeans that rest low on her hips, she’s paired them with a deep V-neck, forest-green sweater andsome sort of magical underwire. Her breasts are screaming to pop past the cashmere.
Well, she’s wearing a bra, that’s for damn sure.
A bra that’s making me sweat.
I actually have sweat on my upper lip as I stare at her.
At the way her curved hips hold up her jeans, the way they cling to her heart-shaped ass. The slight hourglass figure of her torso and the slenderness of her shoulders. And then her perfectly pulled together cleavage that’s begging me to touch, to play with.
Why does the universe hate me?
“Everything okay?” she asks.
“Uh . . . yeah. Just a second, left something in my bedroom.” Before I can wait for a response, I jog back to my bedroom, shut the door, and start typing on my phone.
Levi:RED ALERT. RED ALERT. I NEED MY LABIA LADIES!
Penny:Ew, you are not calling us that.
Blakely:Think of a better name, or we’re not helping.
Ollie:Agreed. A much better name.
Winnie:*Snorts*
Levi:I’M IN DISTRESS! That’s the first thing that came to mind.
Penny:You know, if we’re going to be a part of this, we should really brainstorm a good name.
Blakely:I like the idea of using the term queen. Because that’s what we are, right? Queens.
Ollie:Ooo, I second the queen idea.
Winnie:I’m also on board with queen.
Levi:Fine, my Quibbling Queens.
Penny:Try again.
Levi:Quintessential Queens.
