Oh my God, Colton...Thank youuuu,” Alex sang as she danced around my bedroom braless, in a tiny tank top and the shortest fucking shorts I’d ever seen. Did she always sleep in such revealing clothes?
I forced a tight-lipped smile. “Don’t mention it.”
“This was the best vacation ever...right? Did you and Chelsie have fun?”
My stomach gurgled. I was going to be sick. “Yeah, Al. It was great.”
“You just...well, you don’t seem all that excited.”
I buried my face in my pillow. “Just tired, Allie. Can you shut off the light and get to bed, please?”
“Really? But we just got home...Don’t you wanna talk?”
I forced a laugh. “Al, what I really want...is to go to sleep.” I was so tired of hearing how much she liked Dean. I just wished she’d shut the hell up about him already.
She huffed. “You’re awful grouchy for a guy who just spent the past two weeks playing with the world’s greatest pair of tits,” she teased, poking out her tongue.
Alex was a talker, and usually, I was more than willing to listen to her endless drivel. Tonight was not one of those nights. I was barely holding it together. “Alexis Mack...the light, please?”
“Fine,” she growled. “You didn’t pull out the trundle. Should I do it, jerk?”
She was pissed, and I was a mess. “Just get in with me,” I said, lifting the comforter.
A shocked expression crossed her face before she switched off the light and scurried into bed beside me. We hadn’t slept together this way in a few years. But, tonight, I just wanted the old us back. I wanted to hold her in my arms and pretend that nothing had changed...that everything hadn’t just changed.
“This is nice,” she whispered, snuggling into my chest.
I smoothed her long hair back and placed a kiss at her temple. “Yeah, Al...it is.”