"Belly has tons of friends "Taylor informed him in her breezy way. "Do I look like someone who would hang with a loser?"
"Yes," my brother said from the couch. His head popped up. "You do."
Taylor glared at him. "Go back to jacking off, Owen." She turned to me and said, "Why don't you show me our room?"
"Yes, why don't you do that, Belly? Why don't you go be Tay-Tay's slave?" Owen said. Then he lay back down again.
I ignored him. "Come on, Taylor."
As soon as we got to my room, Taylor flung herself onto the bed by the window, my bed, the one I always slept in. "Oh my God, he is so cute."
"Which one?" I said, even though I knew.
"The dark one, of course. I love my men dark."
Inwardly I rolled my eyes. Men? Taylor had only ever gone out with two boys, neither of them anything close t
