30
I’d been at Nate’s a good couple of hours before a phone call came in from Brook.
“She thinks I’m drunk,” she said when I asked how things were.
“Are you?” I asked, leaning back against the pillows on the bed in Lia’s room.
“Of course I’m not.”
“She totally is,” came a voice in the background. Liv’s voice.
“Is Liv drunk?” I asked.
“She’s definitely tipsy,” Brook said.
Liv’s giggle carried down the phone. Not high pitched like a girly giggle, but deeper and seriously f*****g hot. It really made me hope to someday see her tipsy for myself just so I could hear it first-hand.
“So, I won’t be home tonight, you’re all alone,” Brook said in a semi-playful tone.
I pushed up onto my elbow. “What do you mean?”
“My new friend won’t let me drive.”
“She’s not driving,” Liv said in echo.
