Chapter 8 #3
“Oh, Alice.” I started laughing. “I love you—you know that? I’m so lucky to have a friend I can talk about sex with candidly.”
“So am I.” She grinned. “How else am I supposed to know the difference between a circumcised penis from one that hasn’t been circumcised?”
“The internet, silly.”
“That’s not as fun as having you describe the difference.”
“I only knew from looking it up online.” I rolled my eyes at her.
“I wonder if Aiden—”
“Stop.” I held up my hand. “I’m cool, but I’m not that cool. I do not want to talk about my brother’s penis or how good he is in bed. And I never want to hear about him going down on you. You hear me?”
“Liv”—she made a face—“not that that’s ever going to happen.”
“You never know.”
“I doubt Aiden will ever give me the time of day, no matter what I wear.” She lay back on the bed next to me. “He’s just not into me.”
“According to Xander, both Scott and Aiden are into you.”
“What?” She rolled over and looked at me. “Are you joking?”
“Nope.” I shrugged. “He said he thinks they’re both into you.”
“What makes him think that? Did they tell him?”
“He’s never met them before, Alice.” I shook my head. “I don’t think either of them told him crap. It’s just an observation he made from ten seconds of being in the room with all of us.”
“Oh.” She made a face. “So, that doesn’t really mean much then.”
“Yeah, not really.” I sat up. “Now go and show me your outfits and let me help you figure out what to wear.”
“I suck.”
“We both suck,” I groaned. “I was flirting with Henry to make Xander jealous.”
“Oh, Mr. Tongue’s brother?” Alice’s eyes widened.
“Yeah, he’s a cutie.” I nodded. “I think you might like him.”
“I don’t need a third guy to worry about.”
“A third guy?” I frowned. “Who’s the second?”
“Well, you said Scott liked me …” she said weakly and made a face.
“Oh my God, Alice, do you like Scott as well?” I asked her. This time, it was my turn to be shocked.
“No—yes—no—I don’t know.” She made a face. “He’s nice as well.”
“Alice, you’re the dirty dog now.”
“We’re both dirty dogs.” She giggled and held up two tops. “Which one?”
“Wear the white top with your skinny jeans. The blue ones.” I grinned at her. “And wear your white open-toed heels.”
“Heels to breakfast?” She made a face. “Are you sure that’s not too much?”
“Trust me, it’s not too much.” I held in a laugh.
If she was willing to wear fake eyelashes, dark eyeliner, and hair extensions, heels to breakfast were not too much at all.
“Okay, if you say it’s good.” She grinned at me. “Maybe Aiden will take one look at me and be like, Where have you been all my life?”
“Yeah, maybe.” I offered her a weak smile. I was pretty confident that Aiden didn’t have a romantic bone in his body.
“So, what else happened with you and Xander?”
“Nothing much. He’s such a jerk. Ugh,” I groaned. “Why do I still have the hots for him?”
“Because he’s hot.” She made a face. “And he has a tongue that can make you come in seconds.”
“Alice!”
“What? I’m just repeating what you told me.”
“That was when I still liked him. That was when he was the stranger I hooked up with at a wedding. That was when it was still exciting and I could remember and fantasize. Now I can’t do either of them.”
“Well, you can do both. It would just be a bit weird.”
“He’s the one who tried to have sex with me again. Should I tell Gabby?”
“I think you should.” She nodded. “He can’t have his cake and eat it too. That would be wrong.”
“You really think I should tell her?” I asked in surprise.
“Hell no.” She made a face and frowned up at me. “If you say anything, Gabby will never forgive you, and everyone in your family will think you’re a slut, and Aiden will think I’m a bad influence.”
“Alice.” I shook my head at her.
“And I just don’t think it’s a good idea, honestly, Liv. Just spend the weekend and pretend like nothing happened, and we’ll go home and forget him. Gabby deserves him. They’re both jerks.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“And I mean, we don’t even know why they’re really getting married.”
“True.” I nodded. “I have no idea why he proposed to her all of a sudden.”
“Yeah, it all seems weird. Maybe he’s some shady drug dealer or part of the Mafia or something. Maybe Gabby is signing her baby away, like in Rumpelstiltskin or The Omen or something.”
“The Omen?”
“Yeah, you know, how that lady gave birth to Damien, the Devil.”
“She sold her baby to the Devil?”
“No, her baby was the Devil.”
“Oh.” I scratched the side of my head. “So, you’re saying you think Gabby is giving birth to the Devil?”
“No, I meant more like maybe she’s selling her soul to the Devil, and Xander is the Devil.”
“I wouldn’t be shocked if I found that out.”
“Imagine if you really had slept with the Devil. You’d have to spend the rest of your life in church, asking for forgiveness, just for a chance to get to heaven.”
“Thanks, Alice. That makes me feel a lot better,” I groaned. “I’m doomed.”
“You’re not doomed. Maybe you’ll like Henry, or we can find you another guy. We’ll let Xander know he can shove his dick up his own ass.”
“That would be funny.” I giggled.
“Wouldn’t it be?” She laughed with me, and we both just stared at each other for a few seconds before she spoke to me again. “I have a feeling this is going to be another crazy weekend.”
“You and me both, sister. You and me both.”