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the ‘what’s so fucking good about it’
comment? You seemed fine this morning before she got there. What
gives?”
    I let out a sigh, and a cold piece of
shrimp flies on the floor. I bend over to pick it up, stalling for
more time. I’ve never had a hard time talking to my best friend
before. But it’s different now. I can’t just say everything that’s
whirling around in my head. Not when that everything is her big
brother.
    “ So, maybe when I saw her
and Chase come in, I got a little jealous or something.”
    “ Jealous of them?” she says
with a cringe.
    Yeah, I know. The idea makes me want
to choke too. “Not them, exactly. You and Matt as well. Couples in
general. You and Summer get to see your men every day. At home and
at work. I’m lucky if your brother and I catch each other for a
Skype call once a week. Text messaging, however hot that may be
sometimes, just doesn’t cut it. I want to see him. I want his face
right here.” I put my palm right up to my nose.
    She tilts her head, pouty lips framing
her mouth. “I’m sorry, Melly Belly. You’ll see him
soon.”
    Oh. That’s like a kick in the gut.
“You make me miss him so much more.”
    “ Why? I don’t look like
him.” She crumples her face at me.
    “ Yes, you do,” I tell her,
because she does. “But that’s not it. It’s the Melly Belly thing.
It’s really the dumbest nickname I could have ever been pinned
with, but he gave it to me. He’s been calling me that since … I
can’t remember a time he didn’t call me that.”
    “ Eww. My brother doesn’t
call you Melly Belly during sex, does he?” She shudders.
    “ Eww is right. You just
asked about your brother’s sex life. That’s just all sorts of
wrong, Shel.”
    “ Okay,” she holds up a
hand, “you’re right. I will try hard not to call you that anymore.
But don’t be sad. And don’t go picking fights because you miss the
big dork. Just think about your vacation. You get to spend a few
weeks with him. That might be enough to change your mind. You
remember what his room looked like at my parents’ house. I can’t
imagine he’s turned into Mr. Clean overnight. I bet he has socks in
his seat cushions and sticky counter tops. And good luck with food
in that place. You better go grocery shopping on your way there or
you’re gonna be eating Fruit Loops, PB & Js, and Top Ramen for
all your meals. Scrambled eggs and bacon, or Belgian waffles are
bound to get old.”
    I hadn’t even thought of that. Please
tell me Tyler has grown up enough to, at the very least, run a
sponge over spilled jelly and buy Cup-o-Noodles.
     

Chapter 7
    Melissa
     
     
     
     
    It’s Facetime, baby. The call comes
through and I’m more than thrilled to accept.
    “ Hey,” Ty’s face fills the
screen on my phone. “Are you starting the countdown yet? In less
than seven days, you get to see this mug in real life. Not on a two
inch screen.”
    The curve of my mouth strains with
excitement. “As a matter of fact, I have. Only six days, three
hours, twenty five minutes,” I glance at my watch, “and thirty six
seconds.”
    His eyes widen and he backs away from
the screen. “You’re kidding, right?”
    “ Hell yes. I’m dying to see
you, but that’s a little much. Even for me.”
    “ Whew.” He pretends to wipe
the sweat from his brow. “I was about to run. Stalker!”
    We both laugh. “Keep joking and you
might end up with a bunny on your stove,” I tell him with a
wink.
    His silly grin shines through, making
me want to jump through the phone and kiss every inch of his hard
lean body. The tiny mole just below his left eye is calling out to
me. When I was younger, I always wanted to touch it. Just a soft
brush of my fingertip like it would be something special. I have no
idea why, but I was always fascinated by it. It’s his trademark.
Something that stands out on his face and makes him even sexier
than he already is.
    A few weeks ago, I had a lone zit on
my cheek and wondered why a