My Brother's Girl

6| The Other Pinky Promise

Two days. I had two days to pack two weeks worth of clothes for this 'family trip'.

"God, I really need to go shopping," I said under my breath. I was standing in the middle of my closet, feeling disappointed that I didn't have any really nice clothes.

I had some cute outfits from when I first started dating Logan, but about six months into the relationship, the date nights started to decrease and--as Wyatt so kindly pointed out--I don't have any girlfriends.

So, here I was, trying to pick which pantsuit or sweater set I was going to bring on this trip. And since I haven't even slept with Logan, I didn't have any lingerie or a need for it.

"I'm pathetic," I said to myself. I was in love with a guy who didn't love me back. I was also currently dating his brother as an attempt to try to get over him, and didn't have any cute or sexy clothes for this trip. Yep, pathetic.

The one dress that I had was the one I wore to the dinner when Wyatt came home. After having him unzip the dress for me, it felt weird to wear it again for some reason. I laughed at myself a little bit. I was really losing my mind, wasn't I?

There was a knock at my door and I breathed a sigh of relief. I ordered pizza an hour ago. Now at least I had something to take my mind off of my lack of clothing options.

"One second," I called out through my door. I grabbed my wallet and took out some cash for the price of the pizza and a tip for the driver. When I opened my door, I paused.

"Wyatt!" I exclaimed with confusion and excitement. "What are you doing here?" I glanced down to the cardboard box in his hands. "Is that my pizza?"

He laughed as he gestured towards the food. "I intercepted it for you. Don't worry, I tipped the driver well. I was in the area and thought maybe we could hang out for a little bit." He shrugged a shoulder and flashed me that smile that gave me butterflies. "Let's just say, at least at college, there was always somebody to hang out with in the dorms. I was bored. Can I come in?"

"Of course, you can." When I opened the door wider for him, he came inside and set the pizza down on the table.

I grabbed two sodas from the fridge before I joined him. "So," I asked as I took a bite of the pepperoni and pineapple pizza, "how do you like being home again?"

He pulled a slice of pizza from the box and leaned back in my dining room chair. My eyes were drawn to the way his muscles flexed beneath the black shirt he was wearing as he took a bite.

Thank God I was chewing my food, or else I would probably be drooling.

"It's okay. My mom keeps constantly inviting me over for dinner. I think she's overcompensating."

"Yeah," I laughed lightly, "your mom was always a little overbearing. But only in the best ways."

He scoffed at me playfully. "My mother has always loved you. More than I think she loves me and Logan."

I shook my head as I wiped my mouth with a napkin. "She's not going to like me when I show up to this family trip with barely anything nice to wear."

Wyatt's brows drew together. "What do you mean?"

I brushed my hands off as I chewed the rest of my pizza crust. "Before you got here, I was trying to pack for this trip. I was standing in my closet when I realized that I barely have any decent clothes. My closet is literally full of work clothes."

Wyatt rolled his eyes before getting up from the table and walking into my bedroom. "Come on, Lia."

"What?" I called as I followed him. When I walked into my bedroom, he was standing in the middle of my closet with his mouth dropped open.