Libby does a little twirl in front of her floor length mirror before groaning. She's changed at least 17 times and I have no idea where she's getting all these dresses.
"I look terrible," she runs her hands down her face, stretching out her eyes with her fingers.
"Oh, stop it," I laugh, "You look beautiful. Nash is going to have a hard time keeping his hands to himself."
Libby glares at me. "Not funny, Avery. He better be able to control himself because I'm not changing again." A piece of her dyed hair falls into her eyes and she blows it out of her vision.
"Hawthornes can typically wait until they enter the bedroom," I joke. Libby shoots me another look that translates to: keep your mouth shut or else you're not waking up in the morning.
My smile fades.
And, just to make things better, Jameson struts through the bedroom door, shirtless, covered in grass shavings, and a wild look in his eyes.
"What in the world?" I murmur as he comes over to me, sweeping my feet out from under me and crushing his lips to mine.
"I'm just going to leave..." Libby inches out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
"So, you couldn't wait until Libby was done?" I grin, threading my fingers through Jameson's knotted hair. Jameson kisses the tip of my nose.
"On a separate note," I whisper, "What happened to you?"
Jameson's eyes have never seemed more bright than in this moment as he says, with a sloppy grin, "I got in a fight with the lawnmower, aka, Xander."
"You know," I straighten, "I'm not going to ask, but please, go take a shower."
"Yes, ma'am," Jameson salutes me and shuts the bathroom door behind him.
As I wait, I decide to clean up a bit and crash on the bed and watch some TV. Jameson comes out, towel wrapped around his very slutty waist, hair wet and dripping, chest bare.
I watch him snatch some clothes and he emerges, he looks better than ever.
"I really want to make out with you, Heiress," Jameson announces. I raise my brows.
"Way to be direct," I reply, "I'm up to that anytime. In fact, it doesn't sound so bad at the moment."
"Wonderful," Jameson cranks the volume on the TV and suddenly, he's on top of me.
