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I’m about to tell her to take her salad bowl and go home, but the alarm on Henry’s phone dings, which means it’s time for me to take him to practice.
Sophie’s been saved by the bell.
“Maggie, you’re up,” Mel’s voice calls over the din of the noisy kitchen. We’re doing Girls’ Night at Josie’s as Mel is in charge. She’s got her Cricut, and she’s not afraid to use it to make us each custom jerseys with our guy’s name on the back. She even found something called a Dazzle It online and she’s making these shirts sparkly as hell. This is pretty far out of my comfort zone, but I have to admit, it’s a lot of fun and I’m looking forward to showing Pete my outfit later tonight.
Maggie looks like she’s finally found a comfortable position to sit in, so I pluck her shirt off the table and hand it to Mel.
“Ooh, we need to make a jersey for the baby,” Josie says, her face lighting up. “How cute would that be? Put it on the list, Mel.”
Maggie smiles and rubs her belly. “I’m not due for another six weeks, and besides, I think this little nugget will wear sleepers and onesies most of the time. You don’t need to go to any trouble.”
Mel just laughs. “Trouble is my favorite place to go.And I’m making some custom clothes for Iris’s dolls, so a onesie jersey for the baby goalie will be no trouble at all.”
“What kind of doll clothes are you making?” Holland asks, her face lighting up. My best friend is a tea party princess all the way. Sometimes I wonder how we’re best friends, but then I remember we’re two of the coolest bitches around, and it all makes sense.
“Prison uniforms,” Mel answers. “We’re trying to decide if we should go with accuracy and do orange jumpsuits or if we prefer the old-timey charm of black and white stripes.”
When no one laughs and I realize Mel’s serious, I decide Iris is my type of gal.
“Maggie’s done,” Mel announces. “Who’s left? I have a size small and an extra small. Oh, the tiny one’s got to be yours, Josie,” she says nodding to her petite bestie.
“Actually, I think I ordered that size,” Sophie says.
Mel holds the two shirts up and looks between the two women. Sophie’s average height, but she’s still four or five inches taller than Josie. “I think it works better if you take the Small, Sophie. It’s too long for Jos.”
I wait for the pushback and Sophie brings it, as expected. “I specifically ordered the Extra Small so it would be fitted. Here, let me try it on and show you. Sophie lifts the hem of her sweater and pulls it off. I’m not sure if we’re more surprised that Sophie’s stripping in Josie’s kitchen or that she’s pitching a fit about a novelty t-shirt.
Or maybe the bra she’s wearing has us all stunned silent.
“Holy fuckballs,” Mel says, borrowing Mickey’s favorite phrase. “Is that a Cordova set? They only made like five hundred of them or something. And I consider myself alingerie connoisseur, but even I have never dropped that much on a bra and panty set.”
“It is,” Sophie confirms. “I got it as a gift, but I feel so pretty in it that I wear it every chance I get.”
I’m a basic bitch who buys two kinds of lingerie: black lace and white cotton. Between the two, I’ve got all my bases covered. It’s safe to say I know very little of high fashion, but the pale blue bra Sophie’s wearing really is gorgeous. It’s silk and lace and looks every bit as pricey as it apparently is, so I’m not quite sure how a college student like Kersey could afford it. Although, she didn’t specify who gave it to her. Maybe she’s got a rich aunt who gives great wedding shower gifts.
It's really none of my business, and I don’t feel like having story time with Sophie just to find out. I’m looking forward to hanging with my girl crew and then heading back to my room for some quality time with Pete before he leaves for Regionals tomorrow morning.
Yep, that sounds like a much better plan than listening to Sophie yap about fancy underwear.
26
Pete
Light filters in through the cracks in the curtains of Claire’s bedroom. I’ve always been a morning person, but I don’t feel like getting out of bed today. I should be thrilled to be heading up to Allentown for Regionals, and I am.
But as much as I love hockey, I think I prefer lying naked in bed with Claire.
“What time is it?” she asks, her voice sleepy as she stretches.
“A little after seven,” I say. Our bus leaves at ten, so I have some time on my hands. I should probably shower and head to one of the dining halls for breakfast, but the way my girlfriend is pressing up against me as she stretches out her muscles has me rethinking that idea.
And yes, I know she’s not actually my girlfriend, but we’ve been acting like a couple for weeks now, and I’m not sure either one of us is acting. Hell, I know I’m not.
Claire has her hands splayed on my bare chest. I used to be kind of self-conscious about my dad bod physique,but the way she touches me, the way she looks at me? It’s impossible not to feel sexy when I see how turned on she is.
We were in a hurry to make love last night because we’ve been so busy that we hadn’t seen each other for a few days. But this morning, we can take our time and damn, I want to worship every part of her body.
And I know exactly where to start.
