“Calm down, Sarah. You’re the one who begged me to tell you.”
“Maeve, we’ve been best friends since kindergarten, and I seriously can’t think of anything you could tell me that would surprise me more than you telling me you’ve hooked up with Alleghany’s quarterback. Is this some sort of prank you, Brooke, and Maggie came up with? Are you filming this?”
I climb off the bed and grab my jacket, pulling my phone out of the pocket.
“What are you doing?” Sarah asks.
“Proving it to you.”
I tapgood at one thingand my phone begins ringing. The video connects after only a couple of seconds.
“Hey, Stevens.” Wes sends me a dimpled smile. His hair is damp, and he’s shirtless. My mouth goes dry at the sight.
“Can you put a shirt on, Wes?”
“You’re asking me to put clotheson? This is a change.”
My cheeks burn. “Sarah came over and my mom mentioned how I was at her house last night…” I let my voice trail off. Wes is well aware I didn’t spend any time last night with Sarah.
“So you told her,” Wes supplements.
“She didn’t believe me.” I roll my eyes.
“Is she still there?”
“Yes, this is my way of proving it to her.”
“How will she know you didn’t hire a body double to pre-record this fake call?”
Sarah’s mouth is literally agape as she listens to our conversation.
“You’re not helping, Wes.”
Wes sets his phone down and I watch him pull on a white undershirt and ruffle a towel through his short hair.
“I’m decent.” He winks at me.
Sarah’s still sitting on my bed, so I walk over and hold out the screen so she can see Wes.
“Hi, Sarah,” he greets.
“Um, hi—hi,” she stutters. “Weston,” she adds, sounding a little out of breath.
I laugh, and she shoots me a glare. I turn the phone back to myself. “Thanks for showing your face.”
“No problem.” His grin grows devilish. “It’s actually nice to be asked to show something on here other than my—”
I know Wes well enough to know where he’s going with this. Or at least threatening to go. “Bye, Wes!” I hang up on him up mid-sentence.
I look over at Sarah. She still looks shell-shocked.
“Believe me now?” I ask.
My phone buzzes, so I glance down at it. I unlock my phone again to see I have two new texts from Wes.By the way, I love you, the first one reads.Wasn’t sure if I should say it with an audience, the second one adds.
I love you, too,I reply.I’ll see you tonight.
“Yeah, I do,” Sarah replies. The shock hasn’t faded from her face.