Mine *don't read: being rewritten*

Chapter Twenty-Three

(Riley's POV)

Bryce jumps on me as soon as I walk through the door. "Riley!!" He shouts, his little arms wrapped around my waist.

"Hey, baby," I say, scooping him up. Hunter follows me in.

"Well, it's nice to see you, too, Bryce." Hunter crosses his arms, trying to act hurt. Bryce jumps down and hugs Hunter's legs, not tall enough to reach his waist. Hunter picks Bryce up and ruffles his hair.

"Hey, Sam." I laugh, giving Sammie a hug. I put my stuff upstairs, deciding to unpack later.

Hunter leaves after about fifteen minutes. He says that he needs some guy time with Alex. I laugh at him, kiss his cheek, and push him out the door.

"You have to answer my question," Sam says.

I sit on the couch next to her. "What question?"

"You didn't think that I'd forget, did you?" She laughs. I sigh, knowing what she's talking about. "How was the sex?"

"Sammie," I groan.

"I wanna know." She crosses her arms over her chest. I roll my eyes. "Okay, on a scale of one to ten, what was it?"

"Eight," I say without hesitation. "Can we drop this now?"

"Only an eight? I don't think Hunter would be pleased to hear that," Sam mutters.

"Fine, maybe it was a nine."

"Did you do it more than once?" She asks.

"Yes. We did it twice. Are you done now?"

"Yes, I'm done now." Sam smirks. "You had sex."

"Oh my God, Sam!" I say loudly, laughing.

"It's so weird to think."

"Then don't!" I laugh.

"My older sister had sex!" She exclaims, ignoring my last statement. "You're supposed to wait until you're married, you know. I mean, what if you two don't work out. Then whoever your husband ends up being won't be able to take your virginity. How sad."

"Unless I end up being a prostitute. Then they won't care if I'm a virgin or not. They'll just want sex."

"Are you indirectly telling me that you're gonna dump Hunter and become a prostitute?" I cover my mouth to keep from laughing, not wanting to wake Bryce.

"Damn, you figured out my plan." I laugh.

Before I can say anything, she has her phone pressed to her ear. "Hey, Hunter," she says, casually, trying not to laugh. I move closer so I can hear what he's saying.

"Is everything okay?" He asks.

"Sort of. Riley and I were talking, and she's decided that she's dumping you to become a prostitute." Sam explains, surprisingly keeping a straight face.

"Well, okay. I'm not even going to ask how or why you guys came up with that and go ahead and hang up now. I'll probably see you tomorrow, Sammie." He doesn't give Sam time to reply before he hangs up.

"He's not putting up with our shit tonight." I laugh. This isn't the first time we've called him with some bullshit story we thought was funny. He used to believe them, or at least go along with it. But I guess he's not having it tonight.

"I'm gonna go to bed," I announce. "Goodnight, Sammie. I'll see you in the morning."

"G'night, Riley." Sam stands and follows me up the stairs.