8
Eva
“Okay, so I know I should totally be working on my final World Masterpieces essay tonight, but ugh, I’m too brain-dead.” Reese plopped onto the couch beside me. “Let’s watch a movie instead.”
Leaning across me where I was working on my newest craft project to make a diaper holder to hang from my crib, she snagged the remote. “So what’re you in the mood for? Jake Gyllenhaal, Channing Tatum, or Zac Efron? I’m voting for Zac since he looks the most like Mason.”
Wrinkling my nose, I paused on the chunk of fabric I was hacking away at with a pair of scissors. “Mason looks nothing like Zac.”
“Excuse me? They’re both hot. That’s close enough.” Settling herself down, Reese tossed her legs over the armrest and used what little space was left of my lap as a pillow. I totally envied her fo
