Page 42 of Resist Me

“My brother, the alcoholic,” Willow taunted.

“I’m not an alcoholic. I just happened to get caught trying to go to Kai’s house while I was drunk.”

She hummed as if she was disagreeing with me. For a second, I thought about tossing her back on that plane, but I’d regret it immediately. I flicked her nose, then dodged a knee to the groin. Dancing backward, I laughed at the angry look on her face.

“So, where are these fabled roaches?” she asked, glancing around the kitchen.

“In West’s bed,” Sen chortled.

“Aw, you finally have someone in your bed, Westie?”

“Pretty sure he’s celibate. I haven’t seen anyone come through since we moved in. Well, he did have that sleepover.”

“Sleepover,” Willow gasped. She leaned her elbows on the counter and steepled her fingers underneath her chin. “Do tell.”

I rolled my eyes. “It wasn’t like that.”

“What was it like?”

“I was sleeping in the courtyard at school, he offered me a couch for the night, and I accepted.”

“He?” Sen repeated, his brows going up. “Who is this mysterious good samaritan?”

“When will your boyfriend be back? I prefer you when you’re making eyes at him and not talking.”

“That’s rude. Me and you were friends first.”

“Me and Kai were friends first,” I pointed out. “And it goes round and round.”

Sen glanced at Willow with a conspiratory glint in his eyes. “He’ll tell Kai, who will tell me.”

“Oh my god. I’m already done with you two. What happened to being strangers?”

“We bonded in the car,” Willow said with a shrug. “Daddy issues. Like calls to like.”

“Have fun with your little circle jerk. I’m gonna hit the gym.”

“Can I come?”

I stared at Willow. Her eyes were wide and pleading. When she jutted her lip out, I released a breath.

“Fine. But if you embarrass me, I’m pinning you underneath the bench press with five hundred pounds on you.”

She flexed her arm and kissed her bicep. “That’s nothing. I could lift that in my sleep.”

“Right. Go get dressed.”

She grabbed her bags and followed the direction I pointed in. When the door closed behind her, I resisted the urge to groan. Any normal person would want to relax after a six hour flight, but not her. She was ready and willing to do anything.

“You two are the same person,” Sen noted as he grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge.

“We’re not. She’s insane.”

“Exactly.”

“You wanna come? She’s likely to act like an unruly toddler and I could use the help.”

“Nah, I have to work.”

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