Casey perched awkwardly on the couch, making sure to not touch Derek as they watched Logan and Hope warily. Somehow she was sure sitting too close to him right now would just make everything even more tense.
“This can’t keep happening,” Logan said, finally breaking the silence. “I’ve had a lot of complaints, and Hope is having the same problem.”
“They’re exaggerating,” Derek said automatically.
Logan rolled his eyes. “Bailey said he could hear you two even over his music last night, Derek.”
A filthy smirk crossed Derek’s face, and he couldn’t stop himself from glancing at Casey, causing her to burst into a fit of giggles.
“This is serious, Casey,” Hope said with a frown. “Sara said she walked in on the two of you in the kitchen the other night.” At that, Casey bit down on her bottom lip, trying to stop the stream of giggles.
“It’s just not proper, Case,” Hope continued, her voice sounding softer now that Casey had stopped giggling. “I know you love him, but —”
She was cut off by Derek’s voice. “Wait, what?” Casey blushed as Derek sat up from where he had been lounging beside her, trying to catch her eye. “Casey?”
“What?” She continued to avoid his gaze.
“Have you been telling your friends you love me?”
She finally looked at him and shrugged. “Am I not allowed to?”
He reached over and grabbed her hand, squeezing it lightly. “Not if you don’t tell me first.”
Casey grinned at him, and opened her mouth to say something before being interrupted by Logan. “How cute. Let’s go back to how you two have to stop having sex on every flat surface you find.”
“Are you going to be less of a prick once Julian gets back, Lo?” Derek asked, still gazing at Casey.