Page 133 of Flipping the Script

“Yeah, about that. This isn’t my family’s cabin.” I paused on the landing at the top of the stairs.

Jesse came to a stop beside me, his forehead scrunched up in confusion.

I thought that was ridiculously endearing and had the insane urge to kiss him. Not a deep, let’s start something kiss, just a quick peck on the lips.

“This is actually mine and Hannah’s cabin.” I walked over to the closest door and pushed it open. “Our grandparents left it to us. See, it’s a bedroom, but no bed.”

He shone the flashlight into the room, running it over the canvases, easels, and boxes of brushes and paints littering the floor space. “Is this an art studio?”

“It will be once I finish unpacking everything.”

“But where does Hannah sleep if there’s only one bedroom? Do you guys have a schedule where you trade off who comes up?”

I closed the door and headed down the hall to the next room. “My sister is more of an indoor person and doesn’t particularly enjoy the woods—or outside in general.”

Jesse chuckled. “I’ve noticed.”

I pushed open the door in the middle of the long hallway. “We made a deal that since I’d be the one using the place, I’d pay for the upkeep and make sure the property was maintained andrelease the trust our grandparents set up for the costs to her so she could pay for college.”

He shone the light into the room, illuminating the recording equipment and mini studio I’d set up. “You paid for her school? I thought your parents did?”

I snorted and closed the door. “Hell no. They’re all about earning what you have and working hard and all that jazz, even though they literally had everything handed to them by their parents and got to experience life on easy mode.”

“So, do you both still own it, or did you buy her out?”

“We co-own it. I just used the trust as a way to trick her into accepting money for school.” I opened the bedroom door and paused to let him go in first.

“Hannah’s as stubborn as Adam when she wants to be.” He stopped a few steps away from the bed.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He scrubbed his hand through his messy hair. “It’s just been a while since I shared a bed with someone.”

“Yeah?” I yanked off my t-shirt and tossed it onto the dresser. “Like how long?”

He put the flashlight next to my shirt. “Not since Adam got over his recurring nightmares when he was ten.” He shot me a quick look, then hastily pulled off his shirt.

“I’ve shared a lot of beds.”

Jesse froze, his hands on the waistband of his sweats.

“My old drummer and I used to bunk together on tour when we couldn’t afford enough rooms for everyone to have their own bed.” I pushed my sweats down over my hips and let them puddle at my feet. “I hope you’re not a snorer. I will violently wake you up like I did to him if you are.”

“Not a snorer.” His eyes were glued to my dick. “At least not as far as I know.”

Neither of us had bothered putting underwear on after fucking on the couch. Was this too weird for him?

“Do you want boxers or anything? I usually sleep naked, but I can put some on too.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s not like we haven’t seen it all.” He finished undressing and put his clothes next to mine on the dresser. “Which side do you sleep on?”

“The middle.” I shrugged when he shot me a confused look. “Why would I cram myself on one side if I have the whole thing to myself?”

He smiled affectionately. “Why am I not surprised?”

“Because I’m a bevy of quirkiness and whimsy?” I asked with a playful grin.

“You sound like my buddy Asa.” Jesse pointed to the right side of the bed. “Dibs.”

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