Page 84 of The Publicity Stunt

She snatches the receiver from my hand and hits record. “Hi, this is April and I’m not home right no—”

I snatch it back. “Excuse me? I live here too.”

Her shoulders droop. “But my voice is more people-friendly.”

“Let’s record one together,” I tell her, placing the receiver in the space between us.

April’s face scrunches up. “That’s so cheesy.”

“We have matching tattoos, April. I think we’re the cheesiest couple alive.”

“Fine. But I’ll go first.” She hits record again. “Hi, this is April—”

“—and this is Parker,” I chime in. “Hayden Parker.”

April presses delete.

I look at her. “What?”

“What what?”

“People need to know my full name,” I say.

“You’re not James Bond. Stick to Parker and let’s try again.”

She hits the record button once again. “Hi, this is April—”

“—and this is Parker, the boyfriend she often bullies.”

“Yes, he is. Not that anyone asked. And we live together! Sorry, we can’t get to the phone right now because—”

“—we’re having sex.”

“We are?” Her cheeks flush and she grins. It’s fucking adorable.

I slide the strap of her tank top down. The phone is still recording our message. “We’re having all the sex.” I bend down and kiss the side of her neck. “Leave a message and we’ll get back to you when we’re done. Which is never.”

Laughing, April hits pause and flings the phone to the other end of the couch. My lips trail along her collarbone and her breath grows ragged. “Logan’s gonna be back any minute.”

“No, he’s not.” I slip my hand underneath her top. “He’s doing the exact same thing in the back seat of your truck.”

April jerks back. “Excuse me?”

I really fucking hate my idiotic brain sometimes. “You didn’t know?”

“That he’s making out in the back seat of my truck? No.”

“Oh, they’re not making out.” Brilliant. Make it worse. “How the fuck don’t you know this? Don’t girls, like, talk?”

April grimaces. “Why are you implying this is a recurring activity?”

“Remember that time he forced Shara to go skydiving with him?”

“Yeah.” She nods. “I tried forcing you too. Oh, my God, they took my truck.”

“Yup.”

“Ew, Parker.Weeven haven’t had sex in my truck.”