Page 78 of Say Yes to the Nemesis

His mouth curves upward into a grin. “You’re asking?”

I nod, biting my lip.

“Come here,” he says.

He pulls me under him, kissing me slow and deep.

Afternoon light spills across the bed. I’m in his T-shirt and nothing else, curled against his side, half asleep and wholly content.

My stomach growls. He brushes a kiss over my lips and murmurs, “I should order food. You hungry?”

My stomach growls again and he laughs. “Never mind, don’t answer that. I’ll be right back.”

He pads to the bathroom and then grabs his cell phone to order food. “Java Monkey okay?” he asks.

“Since when have I ever turned down my favorite food from my favorite coffee shop?” I ask.

He smirks and places the order.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rings. I assume he placed a contactless delivery. That’s the only thing I’ve ever done anyway, so I run downstairs after pulling on a pair of panties. I’m already fantasizing about the coffee and carbs that are about to be in my hands at home.

As I open the door, the only problem is, I come face-to-face with Ellie. Ryan’s younger sister.

She’s standing on the front stoop holding our takeout. Her eyes widen as she takes me in.

“Wren,” she says, her tone surprised.

I swear I turn six shades of purplish red. “I thought you were the food delivery,” I explain awkwardly.

She holds out a bag. “Yeah, I ran into the delivery girl. She looked pretty overwhelmed. I was happy to take the order off her hands. I guess I should’ve let her come to the door, huh?”

“Yeah, ha!” I swallow. “Right. Uh, thanks.”

I accept the bag. She smirks and looks me up and down.

“You should go back upstairs before your legs give out. Tell my brother that I’ll call him later.”

“Thanks,” I say, not knowing what else I could say. I close the door and bolt upstairs, my face on fire.

When I burst into Ryan’s room, I practically yell, “It was Ellie.”

“Delivering food?” he asks, his voice quizzical.

“She took the delivery. Accepted the delivery from the delivery girl.”

He groans. “Ah. Of course she did.”

I set the paper bag on his bed, the paper cups on the bedside table, and then look at him. “Why are you not freaking out more? She knows. She saw me in this.”

I indicate his T-shirt hanging off my body.

He sits up, pulls a face, and stretches. “It’s not the greatest thing, but Ellie won’t tell anybody. She knows how to keep a secret.”

I cock my hips and put my hands on them. “What if she tells Jay?”

“She won’t. Even if she did, it could’ve been worse. Jay could’ve been at the door.”

I groan and flop down beside him.