Page 20 of Be Your Anything
“What doyouthink?” she asks, and I look away from her body and up to her face, to the bitten lip and lustful expression. “Do you think no boys will want me?”
I smirk, lowering myself to my knees before her, like a king bowing before a queen. Then I take a glance between her legs, wondering how in the world I managed to get so fucking lucky tonight.
“I think I’m glad I’m not one of those boys, Ms. Day. Only a man would know how to handle you.”
“What are you doing here?”
The sound of Hannah’s voice startles me out of my memory, and I shift quickly to stand behind one of the dining chairs to hide my erection.
A sister doesnotneed to see that.
I clear my throat, trying to bring my focus back to the present and away from that first night with Lennon.
“Uh, I got done with Otto earlier than I thought I would, so I’m just going to head out and catch some waves before the sun sets.”
Hannah nods, and it’s then that I see what she’s wearing.
“Ms. Morrison,” I say, a grin spreading across my face, “have you been spending time in Paige’s closet?”
Hannah blushes, turning away from me and heading into the kitchen, not responding until after she’s grabbed a water from the fridge.
“Do I look okay?” she asks, and I can immediately recognize her desire for approval.
“You look beautiful,” I say in response, choosing to let my own teasing nature take a back seat. “That dress is a great choice. Did Paige help you pick it out or did you go through her closet alone?”
Paige’s closet is one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever seen in my life. It spans three bedrooms in the eastern part of her parents’ house and includes open shelves of jeans and shirts, racks of dresses, and neatly organized shoes along two full walls.
She could open a store.
The dress Hannah’s wearing isn’t one I’ve seen before, but it’s definitely Paige’s style and definitely not something Hannah would have ever purchased for herself. It’s white with red flowers on it and laces up the back.
“Paige picked it. She always chooses stuff that’s way too short on me,” she says, fidgeting with the hemline, which I choose not to notice barely comes down to mid-thigh.
“I don’t think it’s difficult for her dresses to be too short on you,” I say with a laugh. Hannah is around 5’7”. Paige barely clears 5’ flat. “But don’t stress about it. Wyatt will make sure you’re not showing off anything you shouldn’t be.”
Hannah giggles, but she’s interrupted by a knock at the door.
“I’ll get it,” I say. “It’ll give me a chance to be the big brother with a shotgun before you head off with your bad-boy boyfriend.”
Hannah rolls her eyes, but I see her trying to hide a smile as I stride across the room and over to the entry.
The minute I open the door, a shit-eating grin overtakes my face. Because there’s Wyatt, holding a bouquet and looking more cleaned up than I’ve seen him look in a long time, an earnest expression on his face that falls when he sees it’s me at the door and not Hannah.
“Well hello there.” I cross my arms and lean against the doorjamb. “I don’t believe we’ve met. Are you Hannah’s date? Because you lookfartoo nerdy to be taking out my beautiful younger sister.”
Wyatt just glares at me. “Funny.”
I step to the side and wave him through, his expression shifting once he sees Hannah standing a few feet behind me.
“You look beautiful,” he says, his voice taking on a lighter quality I might have made fun of in the past. But seeing that he’s using it to talk to my sister? I’ll let it slide.
The two of them chitchat a little bit as they get the flowers into a vase and then head for the door, hand in hand.
And then Hannah runs back to me, putting both hands on my arms, stretching up on tiptoe to press a kiss to my cheek.
She smiles and winks at me. “Don’t wait up.”
I can’t help but laugh as she heads off, glancing back at me for only a second to give me a little wave goodbye.
