“I’m worried though,” Daisy says. “She usually answers me within the second.”
“Don’t take offense to this,” he begins. “You’re younger than Rose by seven years, and while I don’t take that much stock in ages, she still feels weak if you console her. In Rose’s mind, that’s her job.”
“But you can console her?” Daisy asks.
“I’m her husband, her equal.”
I can sense Daisy reading into that last word. Her shoulders fall at the idea of not being equal to her sister, at being less somehow.
“Hey,” I nod to Daisy and shake my head at her. “Don’t overanalyze what he’s fucking saying.”
She barely looks at me. Then she asks Connor, “If it’s her job to console me, why isn’t she here?”
This shadowed anger passes through his features. “She’s challenging me.” Connor stuffs his hands in his black slacks. “She wants me to figure out whatever’s been upsetting her, and she’ll do anything to beat me.”
“I thought she said that she had meetings all week,” Lo says with a frown.
“Maybe she does.” Connor stuffs his hands in his black slacks. “But Rose would drop any meeting for her sisters. She should be here. She would be here otherwise. But she wants to win, and winning means putting an ocean between us.” Their relationship is so fucking weird.
“What do you think she’s hiding?” Lo asks.
“If I knew, the game would be over and she’d be here,” Connor says easily.
“Maybe I can get it out of her,” Daisy offers.
“Unlikely,” Connor says. “Lily is probably the only one who knows.” Even though Connor is being honest—that Daisy isn’t the sister Rose would turn to for anything—it still hurts her. She tucks her hair behind her ear again and then disappears into the bathroom.
Connor notices her quick exit.
I take a step towards him and lower my voice. “I swear to fucking God, you need to work on your tact around Daisy.”
“First off, don’t swear to God around me. He’s not listening when I’m in the room. And secondly, I thought she could handle it. I’m misreading a lot of things today. I admit that.” He clenches his teeth, something he rarely does.
“If you need to go home, go home,” I tell Connor.
Lo crosses his arms. “But Lily is there with Rose, so whatever she’s going through, you know her sister will take care of her.”
Lily had to stay back because she has class at Princeton, the only one of us that’s still in college.
And I can tell Lo wants Connor to be here for the duration of the trip. We’re starting our drive to California after this. If Connor bails now, he won’t be coming with us.
“If you go back home,” I say, “Rose isn’t going to tell you regardless.”
Connor nods. “It’s better if I’m here. We’d tear each other apart if we were together right now.”
After a couple minutes of setting down our bags and getting a look around the hotel room, Daisy slips out of the bathroom in pajama shorts and a tank top, her hair still in a high bun. She doesn’t appear upset anymore. While my brother bends down to his bag, digging through a pocket, she approaches me with a coy smile that lifts the corner of her lips.
I remember those soft pink lips on mine, my tongue in her mouth. It seems like a fucking dream. My eyes flicker to my brother, still searching through his bag.
I run a hand through my hair, suppressing that image. While I stand in the middle of the room, she comes close. I watch her carefully as she stops only an inch away. I look down at her.
She whispers softly, “Did you bring my birth control?”
Her eyes flit to my brother for a second, but his back is turned to us. I try not to worry about him right now.
“You willing to gain five fucking pounds by taking it now?” I ask her in the same hushed voice.
She nods, and her breath shallows. She’s not wearing a bra—she rarely does—but her nipples harden, visible with the form-fitting top. I struggle to stop thinking about taking it in my mouth, my tongue at work. I know we just had our first kiss, but I want to do so many things to her, with her. One of the reasons why I’m glad we’re not telling anyone—it forces us to go slow.
I would have fucked her in the stairwell if Connor and Lo weren’t here right now.
And then I’d fuck her again on the bed.
But this heightens everything. Drawing it out will make our first time even better. And I want it to be so fucking amazing.