WESLEY POV
I choked on my spit and glared at Reid, who was standing in a t-shirt and his boxers. In my kitchen. Holding a bag of Cheetos.
“How does everyone keep breaking into my house?” I asked.
Reid scoffed. “Please, I’ve had a key since your first week here.”
“But you always knock when you come over.”
“Yeah, but that’s cause I know you’re here,” he said with an eye roll.
He lifted the Cheeto bag at me and said, “Glad to see you upped your snack game.”
“Yeah, you can thank Maddie for that,” I grumbled.
“Oh, I already did,” he laughed.
I rubbed my forehead to hide my annoyance at finding him here after my date. My very successful date.
“How’d you know that was the Sugar Plum Fairy music?” I asked, to avoid lashing out at him.
“Really? We only watched The Nutcracker like… a bazi
