Page 28 of Faking Summer
"Miss me, or miss me fucking you?" I asked, keeping my voice casual—even if my body was fighting the urge to react.
Her response came with an intentional roll of her hips, emphasizing my point.
"Does it matter?" she breathed as she continued to grind against me. Just as her mouth hovered over mine, about to lean in to kiss me, the door flung open.
"Sorry to interrupt whatever is about to happen here, but could you please get out? Reese and I have an urgent matter to discuss." Caroline stood there, dressed in a bright pink top and tight ripped jeans that screamed peppy—an obvious contrast to the annoyance in her voice.
"Can you give us forty-five minutes?" Blair snapped, irritation clear in her tone.
"Try forty-five seconds," Caroline shot back, arms folded across her chest.
"Buzz kill," Blair muttered under her breath as she climbed off me.
"She’s stubborn. You should probably go unless you want an audience," I said to Blair, half-amused by the situation.
"Should've locked the damn door," Blair huffed, exiting the room with a dramatic slam.
Left alone with Caroline, I couldn't help but appreciate the ironyof the situation. The look she gave me was calm, collected, but possibly ready to unleash havoc at any moment.
”What?" I asked, playing dumb. “You miss me?”
Caroline settled herself beside me on the bed. "Forty-five minutes, huh?" she quipped, an impressed look on her face.
I leaned back, propping myself up with my elbows, the mattress sinking slightly under my weight. "Not including the foreplay, Blondie," I winked.
"Touché," she conceded with a roll of those striking eyes, her expression shifting. She bit her lip, hesitation flickering across her face, as if she wasn’t sure how to say what was on her mind.
"What’s up, Caroline?"
"Were you really about to hook up with Blair?"
"Nah," I said casually, the corner of my mouth twitching upwards. "I was just about to ask her to leave."
"I'm sure," she replied, her eyes narrowing in disbelief.
"Her and I don't work," I confessed. "She just hasn't realized it yet… but you and I, we can make that happen if you want."
"Reese, can we be serious for a minute?"
My posture shifted, spine straightening as I met her gaze head-on.
"I'm always serious," I said, my tone suggesting amusement, but I kept my eyes focused on her.
"Whatever," she dismissed, rolling her eyes. "You know that arrangement you propositioned me with?"
"Yes… I have Maggie Little helping my sister at the moment, she jumped right on it. Unlike you."
"No way," she shot back. "You cannot have Maggie helping your sister."
“Why can’t I?”
"Because she's terrible." She folded her arms across her chest. "She barely made the team and isn’t even a cheerleader anymore. I'll make sure she gets on the cheer team.”
"Oh, you will?" I asked, intrigued. I couldn't help but raise aneyebrow. “Which means you want me to be your date to your sister’s wedding?"
"Let's call it a mutually beneficial arrangement," she replied, unable to say the actual words. "But we have to make this believable. We need to convince them we're together, or they would think you being my date to the wedding is suspicious."
"Knew you'd come around," I said with a smirk.
