Page 27 of Hairpin Curves

“Definitely. I’m starving.” Scarlett sat up, the blankets slipping down around her hips.

Megan reflexively turned away. “Oh my god! Why are you naked?”

“What?” Scarlett looked down at herself. “Oh. I was too tired to put on pajamas.” She reached across the gap between the beds. “Slide that pizza box over here, will you?”

“You’re just going to stay naked?” Megan couldn’t help the shrill tone in her voice.

“Does it bother you?”

Scarlett’s tone was mischievous, and Megan didn’t know how to feel about it. She wasn’t a prude; she’d seen lots of people naked, had been naked in front of lots of people as well, but something about it being Scarlett unsettled the hell out of her. She forced her glance across the space between them, the pizza box held like a shield. Don’t look at her tits. They were right there, though, just at the bottom of Megan’s vision, even as she locked eyes with Scarlett like they were in a staring contest. “It doesn’t bother me,” Megan lied.

Scarlett was still grinning, that little impish smile. “So why do you look so horrified?”

“I’m not horrified.” Megan shoved the pizza box across the space. “Take your damn pizza, will you?”

“And cheesy bread?”

Megan looked down at the cheesy bread in the box on her lap, then handed two of the breadsticks across the gap. “There. The rest is mine.”

Scarlett laughed. “We’ll see about that.”

She ate the breadsticks first, then finally sighed. “You want me to put some clothes on?”

“Doesn’t bother me. You do whatever you like.” Megan might be terribly distracted, but she could fake nonchalance.

Scarlett grumbled good-naturedly and rolled out of bed, walking bare-assed over to her overnight bag and pulling out some clothes. Megan looked up only once to see the golden-tanned curves of her body and then looked away again, focusing on chewing the breadsticks. Scarlett was probably just radiant like that naturally, when Megan ended up always looking like someone had kept her locked up in a closet for most of her life. It wasn’t like she was ashamed of her body, but if she looked like Scarlett, she’d probably go around naked a lot more, too.

The idea of being hidden in a closet reminded Megan of all the other ways she’d been closeted, back before realizing she was bi, and all of a sudden her feelings about Scarlett crashed through her with a devastatingly simple explanation.

Fuck.

Fuck, no.

“There, is that better?” Scarlett stood in front of Megan’s bed, now wearing a nightshirt. It didn’t reach her knees, leaving a long expanse of thigh exposed, and Megan swallowed what she was chewing. It went down kind of hard.

“Much better,” she forced herself to say, and drank some root beer. “I got you a Coke. It’s in the ice bucket.”

“You got ice?” Scarlett walked over to peek in the square taupe plastic container lined with a plastic bag. “And soda?”

“I wanted to go for a walk.”

“How close is the pizza place?” Scarlett returned to her bed with her soda.

“Delivery.”

Scarlett nodded. “Good choice.” She stifled a yawn. “I’d normally say this was gonna fuck up my sleep schedule, but honestly, I could sleep another nine hours.”

“Me, too. But the hunger woke me up.” Megan pushed the box of breadsticks away. “I’ve been defeated. You can have the rest of these if you want.”

“Thanks.” Scarlett took them over to her bed. “I was worried I was gonna have to wrestle you for them.”

Megan almost retorted, “I’d like to see you try,” the words hovering just at the tip of her tongue, but Scarlett would do it. She’d come over here and push Megan down onto the bed and pin her, and...and...

Megan chugged more of her root beer to try and cool the flaming feeling in her body. Scarlett didn’t seem to notice. Of course she didn’t. Scarlett didn’t notice anybody who was interested in her, and Megan shouldn’t be interested in her anyway, since Scarlett screwed her—and not in the fun way—before they started college. She was still mad.

That righteous anger that had kept her warm for so many nights was fading away into something less righteous, though, and Megan was too tired to fight it. She got up to go brush her teeth again and give herself some space.

When she returned, Scarlett was tucked back into bed, playing on her phone, her eyelids drooping. The pizza box was empty. “We destroyed it.” She looked over at Megan. “Good teamwork.”