Page 21 of Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree
“Hey, Ev?”
“Yeah?” I spin around one more time.
“That shade of lipstick really isn’t your color.” Chris smirks and punches the button, the elevator doors closing behind him as my hand shoots to my mouth.
Fuck.
That went well.
??????
“How fucked am I?” I yell as I slam into Chris’s house later that afternoon.
Normally, I might not use that as my greeting, but Gage is with his grandparents, so only Chris and Jessie are home.
Clue number one I know my brain is completely fucking gone?
I don’t think about barging into the home of my best friend and his newly wedded wife.
“Shit. Sorry.”
I spin around in the kitchen doorway, having gotten more of a visual than I wanted of said best friend between his wife’s legs.
Jessie’s squeak is followed by some rustling before Chris finally clears his throat.
“Knock much?”
Sighing, I turn around slowly, and Jessie is nowhere in sight.
“Sorry.”
He waves me away. “I was half expecting you.”
“Bullshit.” My lips twitch, fighting a smile.
He flips me the bird but shrugs. “Can I help it if I got distracted?”
“Christopher!”
His shoulders hunch at the sound of Jessie’s voice from the other room.
“Sorry, angel.”
God, they’re fucking adorable together.
“Obviously, you needed to talk,” he says, turning his full attention back to me.
I nod. “About what you saw earlier…”
“What did I see earlier?” he asks.
“Dude,” I say, “I know you know. You brought up the no-frat clause—”
He holds up a hand. “I don’t give a fuck about that clause.”
“You don’t?”
“Cornerstone put it in there, and we ignored it because it didn’t mean shit.”
