Page 50 of The Dixon Rule

Gigi’s message is only twenty minutes old. She sent it from the airport, claiming they’re waiting at their gate and she’s bored because Ryder is reading a book instead of talking to her.

I text her back first since it’s obvious she needs the attention more than Thomas.

ME:

I kissed Shane last night as a dare in a game. It was the worst experience of my life and I ask for privacy during this time of great shame and suffering.

GIGI:

LOL Did you actually kiss him?

ME:

Unfortunately.

GIGI:

Is he a good kisser?

ME:

Like a 5/10?

I’m lying. It was a solid eight. Might’ve even been a nine if we didn’t have an audience. Or maybe the audience is what upped it from seven to eight. It was weirdly hot having eyes on us.

GIGI:

Did he try to feel you up?

ME:

No. But I felt something.

GIGI:

OMG Like you caught feelings?

ME:

No, I literally FELT something. He was rocking a boner, and it was…impressive.

GIGI:

Oh, I know. I bumped into him in the middle of the night once on my way to the bathroom and he was naked.

ME:

And HARD?

GIGI:

No, no. He was flaccid. But even flaccid it was eye-catching.

ME:

I don’t know why, but I’m weirdly affronted by the word flaccid.

GIGI:

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