Page 40 of Pinky Promises

I cover my mouth with my palm to hide my laughter and shake my head. “Please, for the love of God,neverdo that again.”

“What?” She shrugs. “Tell me it wasn’t exactly what happened.”

I blow off her comment because we both know that was exactly what happened and why I had to escape the apartment tonight. I change the subject instead of focusing on my cock, which just recalling the memory has my cock stiffening. “Seriously, you need to stay off social media. Your generation and fucking TikToks.”

She rolls her eyes. “Whatever. Like if I didn’t ask the waitress to play ‘Fancy Like,’ you wouldn’t hop up and dance.

“Nope,” I lie. I can’t help it; the song and the dance are fucking catchy.

“We both know that you’re full of shit. But again, why are you here and not at home, oh I don’t know, talking to her. Or maybe doing other things to her.” She says the last statement through a fake cough but ends it with a wink.

I let out a deep groan and rub my temples in a circular motion. Brynn has always consumed my thoughts, but it has been on a whole new level since we crossed that line.

I sigh and sit back in my chair, scrubbing my hands down my face. “Honestly?” She nods. “She’s avoided talking about it this long that I’m kind of scared that she thinks it was a mistake and regrets it. I know what I want, but I won’t push her, just in case I’m pushing her right out of my arms.”

“Nah, I don’t think that’s it.”

“Oh, do tell, love guru, what is it, then?”

“I just think it’s a lot for her to process. Like I told you before, I’ve seen the way she looks at you. I think she’s just not sure what to do with it. You’ve had your whole life to understand your feelings for her, and for whatever reason, she has kept that at bay. But now it’s all kind of out in the open, so she just might have needed time to wrap her head around it. You guys said that nothing would change, but think about it, Cal,everything has changed.”

I guess she’s right.

“If you’re looking for my advice.”

“I’m not,” I tease. At this rate, I’ll take whatever I can get. Maybe having a woman’s perspective will help.

The waitress interrupts, dropping our food and pitcher of beer.Talk about fast service.

“Can I get you anything else?” the waitress asks.

“Yeah, can you bring us another pitcher, please? We’re going to need it.”

Oh boy, it’s going to be a long night.

The apartment is pitch-black when I arrive home. I think it’s around 1:00 a.m. I’m not entirely sure. The next time Zoe says to come out for pizza and beer, I’m going to tell her to take a long walk off a short pier. We had both finished our pizzas and made it through a pitcher and a half of beer by the time we left. Luckily, the beer was cheap, so it tasted more like water and bad decisions, but I am still rather buzzed.

Brynn has clearly gone to bed, so I try to be stealthy not to wake her. However, in my drunken state, I stumble over her shoes at the door and fall directly into the table we keep on the other side of the door. It’s like a damn ripple effect in slow motion, causing it and the contents on top of it to tumble to the ground—with me along with it.

The lights in the living room flick on, and I hiss at their brightness. I bring my hands up to cover my eyes.

“Callum? What the fuck are you doing?”

“I hated this table and frame, so I thought I would destroy them so they would fit in the garbage chute,” I respond sarcastically. I rise to my feet, and the broken glass crunches under my shoes. My eyes finally adjust to the light.

“I think the better question is what the fuckyouare doing.” I can’t hide the disapproval in my voice.

“All the noise woke me up, and I thought it was a burglar.”

“So, the first instinct is to run out wearingthat—” I hold my hands out in front of me. “—and not to call 911 or check my room?”I look her up and down. The pajama shorts barely cover her ass, and that sorry excuse for a tank top is one hundred percent see-through. Her nipples are poking through the material as if they are begging for my lips to wrap around them. It’s then my eyes travel to her hands, where she is gripping a sparkly blue dildo by the balls.What in the actual fuck? Well, this situation just went from bad to what’s worse than bad?

“Jesus, Brynn, what did you plan to do if it had been a burglar, fuck him to death?”

“Huh?” She follows my gaze to her hand, and she shrieks. “Oh my God!” I’m not sure I’ve ever heard her voice hit that octave before. “I thought it was a flashlight I grabbed out of the drawer. It was dark.”

“A flashlight with balls?” My eyes go wide, and especially with the help of the alcohol, I’m struggling to keep a straight face during this awkward-as-hell yet strangely sexy incident.

“I was in a deep sleep when you woke me up, so I just quickly grabbed what I thought was the flashlight.”

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