Page 134 of The Risk

“THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME STAY HERE.”GRATITUDEshines in Brenna’s eyes as she drops her bag on the floor near my bed.

“No problem.” I wrap my arms around her from behind and kiss the side of her neck. “I cleared out a drawer for you. I wasn’t sure how long you’re staying.”

“You’re giving me adrawer?”

I release her, my arms awkwardly falling to my sides. I’ve never actually spent more than one night with a girl, so I’m not entirely sure of the etiquette. Was the drawer too much?

But Brenna’s surprise is quickly replaced with approval. “Aw Jakey, you’re the bestest.” She winks at me.

Drawer for the win.

I clasp my hands on her waist and lean down to kiss her. She kisses me back, but it’s only a peck. Then she kneels to unzip her black carry-on. “So what kind of destruction did Pedersen’s bombshell cause on your end? Any of your boys mad at you?”

“Not really. I mean, McCarthy wasn’t thrilled when he found out I’ve been seeing you. He’s full-on dating that Katherine girl now, but he still called me a douche.” I let out a rueful breath. “I was a bossy prick when I ended your hookup. And then to get together with you right afterward? I don’t blame him for being pissed.”

“No, you were right to do it. He was starting to really like me,and I knew there was no chance of it ever going anywhere. You called him a puppy once, remember? I can’t be with a puppy.”

“That’s right. You need the stallion.”

Brenna snorts. “What is it with you guys thinking you’re either a puppy or a stallion? How is this the metric by which we’re measuring masculinity?”

“It’s not. It’s the metric by which we’re measuring my dick.” I cup my package and wiggle my tongue at her.

“Ugh. You’re the worst.” Grinning, she opens her assigned drawer and starts placing items of clothing into it, arranged in neat piles.

“You’re already unpacking?”

“Yeah. You gave me a drawer. Why would I leave my stuff in my suitcase?”

“Oh Christ, you’re the person who goes on vacation and immediately puts all their shit away.”

“Yes, Jake. Because then it’s easier to find,” she says primly. “Who wants to dig through a huge pile of clothes every time you’re getting dressed?”

“I don’t think we can be together,” I inform her.

“Tough, because I’m staying for a few days.” And just like that, her grin fades and her mood turns somber. “I can’t believe my dad asked me to leave.”

“That’s brutal,” I agree.

“Summer said I could stay at her place, but talk about uncomfortable. None of those jerks are speaking to me at the moment. Well, Fitz is, but he’s not one for drama. The others, not so much.”

“Don’t you think they’re kind of overreacting?” I say tentatively.

“Oh, they’re definitely overreacting. At least with my dad I can understand why he overreacts all the time. Considering everything I put him through during high school.”

As usual, her vagueness piques my curiosity. But I force myself not to press for details. She’ll tell me when she’s ready. I hope.

“I bet your parents are so chill, right?” Brenna says enviously.

“Yeah, they’re awesome,” I confirm. “Except for their constant nagging about how I don’t have a girlfriend. They’d probably throw a party if they knew I gave you a drawer.”

She laughs, then closes said drawer and turns to me. “Done. What do you feel like doing?”

“Want to watch a movie?” I suggest. “I can make some popcorn.”

“Oooh, I like that idea. Let me put on comfy clothes and I’ll meet you out there.”

I give her ass a playful smack on my way out the door. In the kitchen, I experience a wave of déjà vu when I find Kayla at the sink, pouring a glass of water. This time she’s wearing clothes. And instead of filling with hunger, her eyes cloud over when they land on me.

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