By the Playbook

By the Playbook (3)

"So, baby?" Cassie chirped brightly, walking into my room without knocking. "Are you ready?"

I, halfway through the process of taking my shirt off, raised an eyebrow. "For?"

She chuckled as Kasey skipped in behind her, smiling cheerfully at me. "First, we unpack. Then, we make a game plan."

I raised my eyebrows. "What is this, a war?"

She laughed, but didn't reply. I almost dreaded to know what her response would have been - to Cassie, clothes were worth all the World Wars and then some. Instead, she skipped to my suitcase and pulled it to the closet, unzipping it. I followed, letting the oversized t-shirt that I'd stolen from the freshly washed laundry on my last day on the tour bus (maybe it was Oliver's, might of been Max's, who knows?) fall back around my thighs.

Cassie nudged my hip with hers. "Go take a shower and prepare yourself," she said, falling onto her knees next to her sister and holding up one of my shirts.

"For?"

Kasey waved a hand. "Shave, but don't put makeup on."

I scowled. "Are you going to explain?"

"Probably not," Cassie said, flashing me a grin as she walked to a bin and picked up a skimpy set of matching black lingerie. "Well? Black or white?"

I stared at her. She raised her eyebrows, and I wrinkled my nose in confusion as she twitched the lacy white thong at me. "Black?"

It was a question, but she was satisfied. She chuckled as she tossed them to me, then nudged me into the bathroom.

After washing my hair and shaving in a shower that was better than heaven (jets came from every wall and sprayed in different ways, some with quick bursts and others barely dripping) I stepped into the lingerie and groaned at my reflection.

"Do I have to wear this?" I shouted through the door. Cassie opened it and poked her head inside, then laughed. "Nice booty, Addie."

"Get out," I rolled my eyes, following her into the closet again. Kasey glanced up at me, then raised her eyebrows. "Do you have Italian in your family?"

I paused, confused. "Somewhere down the line, why?"

She laughed. "Because you've got great boobs," she said. I looked down at my chest and considered it. "I feel like this one's bigger," I said, pointing at the left one. Unfazed, she stood and lifted them both, focusing. I tried not to laugh, not that concerned as most of the Greens did a lot of weird stuff that I was pretty used to, as Cassie bustled around looking for clothes.

Kasey was proper thinking about it, one eye half closed as she lifted first one, then the other. She squinted at my chest, then thought for a moment longer. "I think you're right."

Cassie was laughing. "Nothing to be concerned about - ah, hełl."

I turned to see the door to the closet leading into the den half open, Ryder with his head poked in, staring at us. Me, in my tiny little lingerie, still wet from my shower, and Kasey holding my boobs, inspecting them.

Kasey turned. "Do you mind?"

Ryder swallowed hard. "Not at all," he said. "You can continue."

His sister rolled her eyes. "Ryder, shut the door. I'm trying to figure out if Addie's boobs are unhealthy."

"They look pretty great to me," he said, his eyes running over me. My cheeks were red. "Goodbye, Ryder," I said. He laughed, but didn't move. Cassie rolled her eyes and huffed in annoyance, walking over and barely bothering to let him pull his head out of the doorway before slamming the door closed, half on his neck. He yelped and she laughed as she locked it.