Everything was muffled and indistinct from beneath the pile of blankets and duvet. But it didn’t sound like there was yelling. Was there yelling? No. It was quiet. Was that good or bad? Was Nem standing there giving the death stare? She was really, really good at that, and poor Dei was sitting there…
Naked!
She had taken the covers and left him naked! Oh crap! Lottie started the epic battle to untangle herself from the sheets and such, but they weren’t really cooperating. It was made even further complicated by the fact that she was trying not to expose herself while unpeeling a layer to give back to Deimos. And of course, she was attempting to do it as quickly as possible, which put her in something of a panic when it didn’t happen immediately.
There was a little growl of frustration that turned into a louder growl then a small yelp as she smacked her shoulder against the bed frame in the midst of her wrestling match. Her head cleared the covers in time to hear Dei ask if they’d come naked, and she winced. “Um, the clothes are on the floor at your place. Uh. And partially in the garage, because I remember something about underwear on an antenna.”
Okay, Nemmy probably didn’t need to know that part, and that knowledge did nothing to ease the hard blush in her cheeks. Wriggling forward like a caterpillar trying to escape its chrysalis, Lottie worked the twisted bedclothes past her shoulders. Then she completely abandoned the modesty she’d been trying to cling to, because poor Dei was sitting there naked and he needed the blankets more than she did. She sat up, grabbing onto the mattress, intending to use it as leverage to pull herself the rest of the way out of the material that was constricting her.
Except it sort of put her at eye level with her brother’s butt, and for a moment, she got very distracted. She was almost positive that he had a dimple in one cheek. There was a vague memory of that, but she couldn’t see it from her current angle. That was Dei, wasn’t it? Or was she thinking of someone else? Either way it was a really nice…
Lottie blinked.
Why was Nemmy giving him a fluffy pink robe? Why did Nemmy have a fluffy pink robe? Deimos wasn’t actually going to wear that, was he? Lottie watched him with wide eyes, waiting to see. In the mean time, her eyes on her brother, she half explained to her sister, “Uh, we didn’t mean to be in your bed, Nem. We were going to be going to my bed, you know the one that I’m using while I stay here, and really, thank you for that again, by the way, I do totally appreciate it and I didn’t mean to abuse that privilege by doing this, I just sort of missed the mark when we went to find a bed, and I don’t remember why we didn’t just use Dei’s or like sleep in a car or something, but there was some tequila involved so you can understand how I might have made the mistake, about the bedrooms, because I don’t think sleeping with Dei was a mistake at all, even if I had some doubts when I woke up because I was scared we might have messed up our relationship, but he’s fine and I’m fine and we’re both adults so we… are… um… fine.”
Lottie ran out of air, her words trailing off, and she had yet to look at Nem again. She was actually a little scared to. Besides, there was the whole anticipation thing of waiting to see if Dei would put the pink robe on. Any thought of getting out of the blankets and trying to give him one of those instead never even entered her head.