Page 44 of Some Sort of Love (Happy Crazy Love 3)
I smiled, picturing the scene and wishing I could be there. “Of course he is. Did they have a nice trip?”
She hiccuped, and I laughed silently. “Yes. They did. I wish I could go to Mexico for a week.”
“Me too. Let’s fit that in after skiing and Chicago.”
“Yes! Great idea. And so easily accomplished what with all our spare time.” Another hiccup, and some laughter in the background, followed by shouting I couldn’t decipher.
“Sounds like a good time there.”
“It is. I wish you were here.”
“I was just wishing the same.”
She lowered her voice. “Last night was really fun. I’m so glad we talked.”
“Me too. Guess what?”
Hiccup. “What?”
“I asked my sister to watch Scotty overnight next Saturday.”
“You did?”
“Yes, and she said she’ll do it.”
“Oh my God, that’s awesome!”
“What’s awesome?” I heard someone yell, maybe Skylar. Then, “Everyone look at Jilly’s red face! Is that from the scotch or the conversation? Who are you talking to, Jillian?”
“Oh my God. My sisters are so annoying. Hold on, I’m going into the bathroom.” A minute later, I heard a bang, like a door being shut. “There,” she said. “Now I can talk.”
“What are they annoying you about?”
“They’re teasing me about you. Apparently they can tell by looking at me today what I was up to last night.”
I laughed. “Really.”
“Yes. I am glowing, they said. I clearly got laid.”
“Well, good. I hope.”
“Yes. It is good. So tell me about Saturday. Can you stay over?”
“We’ll have all night.”
I heard a long squeal, ending in a hiccup.
“I’m excited!”
“Me too. What would you like to do?”
“Hmmm. Go out to dinner? Watch a movie? I never did get to watch Shawshank.”
I smiled, but the memory of everything we did on her couch made my cock start to stiffen. “We could try that again.” My fingers hovered near my zipper.
“I could be a good girl this time,” she said coquettishly. “Keep my hands to myself.”
