I look at her, and for a second, I don’t know how to answer.
When did she get so good at seeing through me?
“I don’t know,” I admit finally. “I guess I’ll figure it out when the time comes. I mean, I’d like a family. Some day. Football and a family. Does that make me…” I trail off, and my Adam’s apple bobs in my throat when I swallow.
“Make you what?”
I shrug, and clear my throat. “Like a simpleton? Sometimes I feel like I don’t have as well rounded interests as other people. I’m too one-track minded. That’s part of why I wanted to take this trip.”
Avery studies me for a long moment, and then—like a switch has flipped—she pushes herself off the bed.
“Well,” she says, brushing her hands against her shorts. “That’s enough bonding for one day. Don’t get too soft on me, Knox.”
“Soft?” I scoff, sitting up, and I can’t resist. “Trust me Avery. When I’m in your vicinity, there’s never a moment I’m soft.”
I smirk at her until she gets it, and to my surprise she’s not totally put off.
“Must you always…” she sighs loudly. “Griffin.”
I keep the grin plastered on my face, waiting for her to tell me to cut it the hell out and grow up.
To my surprise, she gets a little red-faced.
“Yes,Princesa?”
She smiles and cocks her head, standing behind the bed with her hands on her hips. Holy fuck does she look hot.
“What are you staring at?” She comes back with, instead of answering my question. My eyes are locked on hereyes. I’m definitely not looking at her flesh poking out of that pink top.
“You.”
“Yeah and?”
“You’re so hot. I mean, you’re always hot. But I feel like you don’t always…you know.”
She raises her eyebrows, grinning. “Say it.”
“You don’t always let the dogs out. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof.”
To break the incredible awkwardness of the fact that I just complimented my sister’s best friend’s tits, I decided to break out into a full song and dance ofWho Let the Dogs Out,in rhythm, throwing the song on my phone and playing it.
Because, you know, that makes sense in my ridiculous head.
I take it to the nth degree with some ridiculous thrust dancing and singing, jumping on the bed, and she’s dying laughing.
Look, I don’t want to toot my own horn, but if you were there you would have laughed, too.
It’s almost to the point that she starts to cry as I sing every verse, forcing her to sing with me for thewoof/whopart (I never figured out which one they were singing at that part, did you? I don’t think anyone did)
“Stop!” She giggles, pounding the mattress. “Griffin you’re going to give me an aneurism from laughing so hard.”
She collapses on the bed, on her back, and I smile looking down at her.
Just then, some message hits me, and I don’t know from where, but the thought is just in my head. From…God?
Married couple energy. You have married couple energy with her.
That sends my heart surging with anxiety.