Attracted to her 💘

Chapter 12

BRENT

I wait patiently on the chaise longue in the corner, legs stretched out, watching her. Enjoying the pretty picture she makes lying in the middle of my big bed.

Without warning, Kennedy bolts straight up, so fast that her long honey-colored hair covers her face.
She blows at it with a puff of breath, eyes darting around the room. She glances down at her body, covered in my black Spider-Man T-shirt—the one I had to practically put her in a headlock to get on her.

"Morning, cupcake." I smile.

She glares.

"Did you have sex with me?"

I tap my lips with a finger, contemplating her question.

"I can't decide if I'm more offended that you think we'd have sex while you were shitfaced—or that you actually think you wouldn't remember it if we had."

"You didn't answer my question."

I roll my eyes. "Of course we didn't have sex. Not from any lack of trying on your part, by the way. I felt so objectified. Does all alcohol turn you into a cat in heat, or just scotch specifically?"

If it's the latter, I'm buying stock in it. Maybe a whole company.

She covers her face and lies back on the bed. "Fuck my life. Fuck it hard."

"Let's be careful with the imagery—not sure I can handle a hard-on right now."

Or harder-on, if I'm being completely honest.

I check my watch. "We haven't even gotten to the best part yet. Three, two, one—"

My phone rings on the table beside me.

I bring it to my ear. "Hi, Mom."

News travels fast—and news of your children potentially hooking up with the person you picked out for them when they were three years old? That's fucking warp-speed fast.

My mother dives headfirst into the interrogation.
"Yes, she's right here." I smile at Kennedy, who peeks out at me from behind her hands of shame, looking miserable.

"No, Mom, we didn't elope. Sorry to disappoint."

I cover the phone with my palm and give Kennedy the bad news. "Your mother's looking for you."

She fully covers her eyes.

But she groans when she hears my answer to my mother's next question.

"No, Kennedy's not pregnant with my child. At least—not that I know of."

A pillow comes flying at my head.

And I respond to my mother's next question. "She didn't officially say no to Prince's proposal—but the odds look pretty good it'll go down that way the next time she sees him." I laugh. "A picture, huh? I'll check it out. Yeah, I think we make a handsome couple too."

"Where's my phone?" Kennedy moan-hisses.

"Listen, Mom, I have to go, okay? Yes, I'll call you back later. No, we can't put this in the family newsletter. I love you too. Bye."