No, I always seem like I'm in a good mood. But the distinction doesn't matter to me at the moment. Everything feels light. Mom's going to put her foot down with Bree. My schedule is filled with badass tattoos. And Iris is… fuck, Iris is everything.
This must be why Brendon is so fucking obnoxious all the time.
I finish my cup then make one for Leighton. I even fix it the way she likes—one packet of half and half and one of raw sugar.
She sighs with anticipation as I hand it over. Slowly, she brings it to her lips—she isn't wearing lipstick today, which is weird—and takes a sip.
Her sigh is heavy, needy. "Mmm. Better than sex."
"It's been too long since you've had sex."
She shoots me a cutting look. "You think I'm not aware of that?"
"I'm not the one comparing shitty coffee to sex."
"It's decent coffee."
"Been too long since you've had good coffee."
"Cocky now that you have a girlfriend."
"'Cause I was hurting for sex before?"
"Please. You're different about it lately."
"I am not." No, I am.
"You didn't deny the girlfriend thing."
"You asking for details about last night?"
"Are you offering?"
Maybe. It feels weird. Wrong. I take a long sip. "You made the abstinence rule. You can pull it anytime."
She shakes her head.
"You have an end date in mind?"
She tilts her head to one side. "Uh… I'll know when it's time."
"Uh-huh."
"I will. It needs to be the right guy. Someone I actually like. And trust."
"Or when you're dripping wet, panting and needy from Kay's kinky book?" Dean slides onto the counter.
"I'm not reading Kaylee's dirty book." Leighton takes another sip. "And it's not that dirty."
"How do you know if you don't read it?" he asks.
"I skim over her shoulder." Her cheeks flush. "Like you wouldn't."
> "Invading a young woman's privacy." Dean shakes his head. "Fucked-up shit." He looks to me right?
I nod. "Not as fucked-up as deflowering her in an alley."
"I do not need to hear this story again," Leighton says.