Page 67 of What About Us
“I have some idea,” Wren finally pipes up, amusement twinkling in her brown eyes.
“Oh, God,Hank.” I say, drawing out his name. “Do brothers have similar dicks? Fuck, now I’m thinking about what Hank’s dick looks like. Shit. Sorry,” I whisper. Knowing Hank is less than ten feet away behind the bathroom door and could possibly be hearing every word of this conversation is humiliating.
No, not humiliating. This ismortifying.
Wren snorts.
“So, youdidlike it?” Ginger grins.
I drop my head into my hands. Then, without lifting it, I mumble out, “Does it matter?”
“Yeah, Finnley. It matters,” Ginger says with a laugh.
Wren shrugs, her expression unaffected. “You can’t tell me you’ve honestly never thought about it.”
I roll my eyes, straightening. “Hudson’s dick? No.”
She pins me with that look again. The one that tells me she knows I’m a big, fat, lying liar. My eyebrow twitches.Twice.Fuck.
Wren tips her head at me. “I mean, have you ever thought about him sexually? He’s attractive. No one would blame you.”
“Of course, he’s attractive!” I almost screech, throwing a hand out. “He’s aHayes. All those fuckers are hot.” I grimace because the walls in this cabin cannot be thick enough for Hank to not have heardthatpart of this completely unhinged conversation.
“So, there you go,” Ginger says, matter-of-factly. “You’ve thought about it.”
I squeeze my eye shut and shake my head. When I open them, I swear they’re crazed. “Ok, yes. I have thought about it once or twice. Especially when he wears those goddamn gray sweatpants.” I throw my arms in the air. “Don’t guys know what those do to women?”
Wren and Ginger exchange a look through the phone. I ignore them and continue. “But it’s ridiculous because we’re best friends, and he is literally all I have. I could never cross that line with him.” I don’t add that we’re already crossing friendship lines left, right, and center with the whole marriage business.
“What about friends with benefits?” Ginger asks.
I can’t. Do I want to? Absolutely, but if I give into these feelings and get even more attached, when this ends, I’ll lose everything.
“Just because I watched doesn’t mean I’minterestedin Hudson.”
More lies.
Ginger looks pensive as she watches me through the screen, pinning her bottom lip between her finger and thumb.
“Ok, so, just forget it then,” Wren suggests after a few beats, shrugging as if it’s that easy. “This is Hudson we’re talking about here. He’ll probably make a joke about it.”
She’s right. He absolutely will. “But I can’t unsee what I saw,” I whine again and bite my lip. “I mean, I just stood there, like some incestuous creeper. I couldn’t look away.” I didn’twantto look away.
“Girl, incest is between relatives,” Wrenley says, like I’m being completely ridiculous. “You guys are both adults. Andnotrelated.”
“Fuck.” I’m running out of reasons why I shouldn’t give into what I want. We’re married, we’re clearly both very attracted to one another, and I trust him more than anyone else I know.
“I don’t buy it,” Ginger pipes up, a smug look on her freckled face. “You watched him jerk off.To completion, I might add. You’re interested.”
I shoot Wren a pleading look, begging her to be the voice of reason here, because asking my best friend—my secret husband—to sleep with me sounds really fucking appealing right now. But she isn’t. That has me nervous and excited all at once.
“I mean, she’s not wrong.” Then, as if she just thought of it, she says, “What did he say? How did he react?”
“He literally saw me watchingas he came,Wrenley. Like, on the final tug. It…it was just…everywhere, all over the shower door. He just kept coming. Who knew that was so hot? Like, I can’t stop thinking about it.” Can’t stop thinking about…him.
“Oh, Jesus Christ, this just gets better and better.” Ginger cackles.
Wren grimaces. “What did you do when he saw you?”
