Page 31 of Not By the Playbook

I finally bring us to a stop. The familiar scent of tangerine and peaches fills my lungs when Rebecca tucks her face into my shoulder, and something stutters between my ribs. We both breathe heavy sighs of relief before she draws back and peers up at me. My eyes meet hers and we freeze in a tableau worthy of one of those cheesy romance novels my mother pretends she doesn’t read.

Electric shocks whistle in the air between us. I eliminate those few inches and brush her lips with mine once. Then again. Her hips wiggle against my cock, making me groan. I shift and my elbow slams into a glass on the counter. It crashes to the floor.

The commotion has Jenna striding into the kitchen seconds later. She smiles when she sees us. “You got the news, then?”

“I did!” Rebecca scrambles down my body. She clasps her hands together in front of her chest and beams. “Thank you, thank you! God! I would hug you if it wouldn’t be unprofessional.”

“I don’t mind, just this once.”

My grin stretches wide when I see them embrace. My sister and my soon-to-be-real-girlfriend.

Jenna smiles when they separate. “Congratulations. You deserve it."

Rebecca falters as she steps back. Her eyes flash to mine then return to Jenna’s. “I uh…need to go tell Carrie.” She ducks into my room.

Jenna turns to me. “So, can you finally tell Rebecca she can stop wearing pencil skirts at home?”

We share identical laughs. I knew Becs wasn’t fooling anyone with that.

“Thank you, Jenna. This means the world to Becs.” I’m still smiling.

“She’ll be a great addition.” Jenna gives me a sly grin. “I put in the paperwork before I even knew she was your girlfriend.” She tsks. “Legal takes forever.”

“You did?” I gape.

“I did.” Her voice is smug.

Huh. Who knew? “Always knew you were smart.” I smirk.

“And sometimes you make good decisions, too. I’m glad to see you with Rebecca.”

“We should go celebrate. You’ll come out with us, right, Jen?"

Jenna tips her head to the side. “Are you sure you two don’t want to celebrate on your own? I’m fine staying home.”

"I insist!"

“Okay then. Let me go change,” she says.

“Take your time. I’m in no rush.”

I watch her walk away. Once her door shuts behind her, I go to my room. Maybe Becs and I can get a little pre-celebration going while Jenna gets dressed.

* * *

Rebecca is sittingon the edge of the bed, hands fisted in her lap when I enter the room. The door snicks when I pull it shut behind me.

She looks up. “Sooo…”

“Sooo…” I drawl, sauntering over while I bring my fingers to the top button of my shirt.

I stop in front of her, my legs on either side of her knees. I waggle my eyebrows. “Ready to celebrate?”

She fixes her eyes on me, but she doesn’t seem to get the hint. Instead, she takes a deep breath. “We should talk about how to break up.”

It’s a full-body tackle. My fingers freeze on the second plastic disk as I stare mutely at her.

“Maybe come up with a plan?” she squeaks when I don’t respond.

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