Whisper to Me(60)

But then I looked over at Dakota, who seemed reserved while meeting these new people. My sister wasn’t judgmental—she just took her time letting people into her world. Her standards were high, and I could tell she was still deciding what she thought of this group.

She probably wouldn’t speak to Rachel and me for weeks if she knew we’d been fucking around with each other behind her back. But somehow I didn’t even give a damn anymore.

The tatted-up girl named Jessie said, “Dude, you were a helluva nervous wreck that day. Got the whole shop in on it.”

Bennett laughed and ran his hand through his unruly hair.

“Avery was coming in to get a new tattoo,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “So I had the whole thing planned.”

The dude was a tattoo artist. Cool, my kind of people. And he obviously worked with Nate’s friend. Back in the day, I may have even hit on a girl like Jessie. There was something sexy about a tattoo on a girl. A piercing, too. I knew just where I’d place one on Rachel.

Fuck, I needed to rein in my dirty thoughts before I had to excuse myself.

Bennett grasped Avery’s hand. When he kissed her palm she closed her eyes with a sigh.

I sure as hell hoped we weren’t going to have to be around a bunch of fucking lovebirds all weekend. I got it now, though, I really did. When you loved someone it was hard not to want to show it. And if Rachel ever agreed to be mine, I’d show her every single damn day. But shit, right now I didn’t want it thrown in my face every five minutes how much I couldn’t have her.

I looked over at Dakota and Shane, who were now standing on the periphery of the room, listening to the proposal story. At least they were still single. Nate, too.

God, since when had I ever given a shit about any of this stuff? I used to think it was stupid as fuck. That guys just put on a show to get into a girl’s pants. I’d never understood it. Until I fell for Rachel. And now she had me pussy-whipped, and we weren’t even dating. How in the hell had my world become so twisted?

Avery turned to Rachel. “I wanted to get a tattoo of that one quote I told you about a couple of months ago.”

“The one with the roots?” Rachel asked.

“Yeah.” Avery nodded. “It wanted it on my hip above the heart.”

“Cool,” Rachel said, taking a seat on the couch, followed by Ella.

“So I got the transfer paper ready to be applied to her skin,” Bennett said, smiling down at his girl.

“Dude, I would have been trembling at that point,” Quinn said, adjusting his cap. “Nervous as fuck.”

“Oh, I was definitely shaking in my boots,” Bennett said.

“Hold the phone,” Rachel said. “I don’t get that. You obviously know that the person you’re dating loves you, wants to be with you. Why do guys always get so nervous about popping the question?”

“Probably because we’re putting it all on the line. Our feelings, our pride,” I said, wondering where in the hell this foreign line of thinking was coming from. “When you ask someone to be yours, you’re talking about the rest of your freaking life.”

The whole room went silent and all eyes fell on me. Shane’s, Dakota’s, and Rachel’s, especially.

“Sorry. I guess that’s just how I imagine it would be.” I shrugged and shoved my hands deep in my front pocket. “Not that I know a damn thing about it.”

“Yeah, really, bro. How in the hell would you know?” Dakota said, laughing. “Your love life consists of bringing a girl home and then making sure she leaves by dawn.”

I felt heat crawl up my neck. Fuck, Dakota. Was I really as bad as she’d just made me sound? Normally I would have laughed right along with her. But today her lame-ass joke irritated the shit out of me.

“Leave him alone, D,” Shane said, coming to my defense. “He hasn’t brought any girls home since he’s been living here with you guys, has he?”

I could feel Rachel’s gaze on me like a wall of heat. I was afraid to turn in her direction. Afraid that my eyes would somehow betray me.

“The way Kai described it is pretty close, actually,” Bennett said, skating right over the awkwardness in the room. I could have kissed the dude. “So maybe he does know what that feels like.”

“Nah, just guessing,” I mumbled. “So, let’s hear the rest of this story.”

“Yeah, c’mon, I’m dying over here,” Dakota said, and I glowered at her.

She just glared right back. I was so going to slice into her when I got her alone.

“Anyway,” Bennett said. “I placed the transfer on her hip and then handed her the mirror to take a look.”