Page 47 of Under the Same Sky

Reese shows my shirt over her head, and ties her hair up before sliding into bed beside me, phone in hand, a smile on her face.

“What’re you smilin’ at?”

She looks up, and shakes her head. “I just texted Mya to check on Eli. He pee’d on Fletch, twice, but he’s asleep now, and Fletch and Mya are watching movies.”

I snort. “I know that feeling.”

“Eli’s peed on you?” Reese tries to hide her laugh behind her hand, but fails miserably.

“More than once,” I grumble.

“Guess we know who his favorite is then,” she smirks playfully. “The godparent he doesn’t pee on.”

“Funny,” I deadpan. “But I hardly think who he does or doesn’t pee on is a good yardstick for measuring favorites. Although, I have to admit, the kid definitely has the family jewels.”

Reese scrunches her nose. “Well, until you, I’ve had nothing to compare it to, but now that…” Color blooms in her cheeks, and travels all the way down her neck. I bet if I were to lift the shirt she’s wearing, her chest would be red too. So expressive, and apparently quite shy when it comes to talking about sex. We’ll have to fix that. “Oh, God,” she covers her face, and giggles. “He totally has the family jewels.”

“It’s a Decker thing,” I chuckle. “But why are you blushing? Is it because you can’t stop thinking about my dick?”

She thins her lips, and tucks her head against my chest.

I laugh. “You’re really blushing.”

“Am not.” Her rebuttal is muffled, but I can feel her smile against my skin. Her phone chimes again, the light illuminating her face. “It’s after midnight,” she yawns. “Which makes me think Mya is a sadist for staying up late.”

“We’re awake,” I remind her.

“For a whole other reason. I’m usually in bed by nine, and so is she.”

“Fletch probably coerced her into staying up with him, he only goes to bed at around two a.m. Which reminds me, what’s going on with Mya and Fletch anyway?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing. I thought I was imagining it, but they’ve been flirting.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I ask. Pre-New York, I admit, I didn’t like the idea of Fletch and Mya, but after the way he acted tonight, I think he might really care about her. In what capacity, though, I’m not sure. Reese twists her head, and glances up at me. “She just got out of a relationship, and I don’t know her to be into casual hook-ups, if that’s what they’re leading up to.”

“Who says Fletch is into casual hook-ups?” He is, he doesn’t date, but I’m curious to know what Reese thinks of my friend, and bandmate, if she harbors any bad feelings towards him. He was, after all, part of the shit that happened in high school, and just because she’s forgiven me doesn’t mean she’s done the same for the rest of the band.

Reese rolls her eyes. “Please, Fletch has never been into anything serious, I can’t imagine that changed when he became a rockstar.”

“It didn’t,” I chuckle. “Would it bother you if something happened between them?”

“Would it bother you?”

“I thought it would, when I suspected something was going on before we went to New York, but it’s really none of my business. They’re both adults, and if they want to have some fun, who are we to stop them.”

Reese purses her lips, and silences her phone before putting it on her nightstand. Then she’s settling into my side, throwing her leg over my thigh. It’s a good thing I’m back in my sweats, they’re doing a good job of keeping my hard-on at bay. The last thing I want Reese to think is that all I want from her is sex. Besides, we went at it twice in the bathtub, she has to be a little sore.

“I just know Mya. And I’m not saying Fletch is a bad guy, I don’t think he ever was, but she’s vulnerable right now, even though she hides it well. I just don’t want her to get hurt, you know? She’s my best friend, and he’s yours, if things don’t work out then I don’t want it to be weird. She’s going to be here for the foreseeable future, and you guys are too, right?”

“At least few months,” I concede. “I want to be here while they build the studio, and that’s going to take some time, so will recording the next album.”

“Have you guys started working on it yet?” She stifles another yawn, and gives me a sleepy gaze. “The album, I mean. I know you’ve been writing new songs.”

“Not yet, but soon. So, you and Mya met in college then?”

“Freshman orientation, and then we were roommates in the dorms until we got our own place junior year. I don’t have a single memory of college without her in it.”

I reach over and turn the bedside lamp off. “I’m sure she’ll be fine, Reese.”