"Wasn't exactly a party." His smile screams it was a woman, naked, under me. "I only got in an hour ago."
Details I don't need. Ick. "Where's Ethan?"
Mal chuckles. "He texted. He's busy all morning. You know Ethan—"
"Still trying to screw his way to forgetting Violet?"
Mal nods. He looks at his phone with a frown. "Mom and Dad were supposed to call at noon." His eyes turn down.
He doesn't have to fill in the sentence. But they've canceled.
Big surprise.
He pushes his phone away. The gesture is forceful. It's not like him. Mal is usually good at hiding his frustration.
He folds his arms, his eyes filling with anger. He looks at me, taking in my expression. "I can't believe they did this again."
"I gave up on them a long time ago."
This doesn't soothe Mal. If anything, his eyes fill with more frustration. I don't know why he still has faith in our parents. It must be something I don't remember. He is seven years older than I am.
I don't want to talk about them, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't either.
I add plenty of half-and-half and sugar to my coffee then I take a sip to test it. God, that's good. It's still early and I couldn't sleep last night. I couldn't stop thinking about Kit naked in that bathroom, on his couch, in my bedroom...
Mal refills his cup of green tea. He gave up coffee years ago— bad for the vocal chords.
He looks at me with a protective expression. "How was Rory's place?"
I take another sip to buy myself enough time to recall my cover story. I told Mal I was going to my best friend Rory's place to watch the ball drop. And I really was planning on doing that, but she invited her new boyfriend over last minute, and I didn't want to watch them make out all night. She's usually a great friend but she's currently in just got a new boyfriend, he is all I care about mode.
"Piper?"
"Okay. She invited her boyfriend over and he's kind of annoying, but it was fun."
"Just fun?"
"Yeah, well, it was my first threesome but I think I got the hang of it."
Mal teases back. "How did the boyfriend handle it? Did he take you one at a time or did one of you sit on his face while he fucked the other?"
My cheeks flush.
Mal chuckles. His eyes flare with victory. Don't tease me if you can't handle me teasing back.
"How did you pull that out so quickly?" I clear my throat. "Do you have threesomes?"
"You really want to know?"
"No, but you won't tell me."
"Fair point." He turns back to the stove, scoops the eggs onto plates, and passes one to me. "I'm leaving first thing tomorrow."
"I know."
"You gonna be okay alone?"
"I always am."