Changing Everything (Forgiving Lies #2.5)(43)

“What are we talking about?” Kristen asked as she sat down next to Eli.

I looked over at her and grinned widely. “Ways to drive Eli crazy until he gets me alone.”

She had an oh-really expression on her face, and Jason looked like he’d swallowed something horrible. Conversations that had to do with anything remotely related to sex, he didn’t want a part of. “Honeymooners,” they both grumbled.

“Whenever you want to stop being adorable and pawing all over each other, let us know. The real world is ready for you to rejoin the cult of people who have normal lives.”

“That sounds boring.” Eli wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me back since I’d been inching toward Kristen, and rested his chin on top of my head as he reached for his glass.

“You should go two weeks without sex,” I blurted out, and Eli started choking on his beer.

Kristen rolled her eyes. “You mean two weeks without is uncommon?” she asked dryly.

Jason let his hand fall heavily to the bar and sighed. “I need a beer!”

Kristen fought a smile, but her shoulders shook from her silent laughter. I heard enough from her to know they weren’t having problems in that department, but torturing Jason was too good an opportunity to pass.

“I mean two weeks where it’s not allowed. See how hard it is.”

Eli’s hand tightened on my waist and he pulled me back against his erection again.

Kristen glanced behind her with a small smile on her face. “Two weeks actually sounds like heaven. A little mini-vacation from you, we should do it.”

Jason’s head jerked and he looked at the back of her head. “Seriously? Are we having this conversation right now? And pick one, either act like we always have it, or act like we don’t.”

“We should try it.”

“We are not talking about this. We’re in a f*cking bar, for Christ’s sake.” Jason’s neck and cheeks were bright red, and Kristen was no longer holding back her laughter.

“I want to be in the honeymoon stage again,” she complained, and gestured toward Eli and me. “I want to be this annoying to people when we’re out in public.”

“You should totally do the two-week challenge,” I chimed in. “Maybe even end it with a second honeymoon; it could be epic.”

Jason glowered and pointed at Eli before pointing at me. “I blame you for this. What have you done to little innocent Paisley?”

Eli snorted. “Innocent.”

A look of horror crossed Jason’s face. “Don’t say that to me! In my mind she’s little innocent Paisley.”

“Well, don’t say that like I’m twelve or something,” I huffed. “That just makes this creepy.”

“Troll,” Eli whispered.

“Chewbacca,” I shot back.

“He spanks her,” Kristen whined—puppy eyes and all.

“Wh-what?” Jason gave me a double take before he stopped looking at me altogether. “No, no.”

“He does.” I sent him an awkward smile when he chanced a look again and shrugged, and Eli bent down to whisper, “You told her about that?”

“We’re girls,” I explained. “It’s what we do.”

“I need that visual out of my head.” Jason groaned.

“He—” Kristen began, but Jason cut her off.

“For the love of God, stop. I don’t want to know what they do. This is Paisley.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to know about Kristen,” Eli muttered, and I elbowed him in the stomach. He must have gotten the hint to stop agreeing with Jason, because he added, “You should try it, man. Just sayin’.”

Jason ran his hands over his face before grabbing Kristen’s hand. “Fuck you both,” he grumbled toward Eli and me, but he had a determined look on his face as he began towing his wife away from the bar.

“Have fun!” I called after them, and Kristen turned around, an excited smile lighting up her face.

“Shut the f*ck up!” Jason groaned.

I laughed against Eli’s chest and turned to face him.

“That would’ve been nice to have been clued in beforehand.”

“You choking on your beer was priceless, though.” Running my hands through his hair, I pulled his face closer to mine to kiss him softly. “I’m sure Jason will thank us later.”

He laughed and shook his head. “I can’t believe you told Kristen.”

“Like I said, we’re girls, it’s what we do.”

“If you say so.” He rolled his eyes. “So back to you being a tease . . .”

My eyes popped open. “Oh! We need to leave!”

“What? Why?”

Schooling my expression, I turned to look at him after waving down the bartender. With one eyebrow raised, I said quietly, “Just trust me.”

The heat was back in his eyes as he closed out the tab and towed us out to the parking lot. With a quick, searing kiss, he got me in my car and jogged across the lot to his truck. The entire way back to his apartment I was working to build up the courage for what I wanted to do.

It was my turn to control this.

Eli grabbed for my bag filled with clothes for the weekend and began walking toward his door, but I stopped him.