Page 95 of Make Me Dream of You

Birds flit past the window, chirping.

Hard banging on the door jolts me upright.

“Get up, Sleeping Beauty! We leave in twenty minutes!” Wood’s voice booms through the door.

“Fuck off.”

He chuckles. “Knew you were in there.”

Shit.

Livvy’s scent lingers on the sheets and in the room, but she and her stuff are all gone. So I drag my ass out of bed and pack up my stuff in my room.

Wood and Livvy are already at his SUV, the back hatch open, loading up as I carry my bag down the front porch steps.

Livvy glances at me over her shoulder. She smiles at me, rivaling the sun. Her eyes brighten, color coming to her cheeks. Just the sight of her and my heart picks up speed, and a rush of euphoria washes over me. I could float off the ground like a hot air balloon with a goofy-ass smile on its face.

I’m in fucking trouble.

Macy rushes up to me, grimacing with a deep crease between her brows.

“Did you see Bex in there?”

I shake my head. “Nope. Sorry.”

“Son of a biscuit!” She runs past me into the house.

On the other side of the driveway, Spencer is standing next to his car in his loafers and Oxford shirt, one hand on his hip, glaring at his Rolex watch on the other.

Oh, shit! I left my watch by the hot tub last night.

“Ayo! Let’s hit the road.” Wood grabs my bag and throws it in the back.

I hold the car door open for Livvy and help her in, not passing up the opportunity to hold her hand and give it a little squeeze as I do.

I’m giddy over holding this girl’s hand. The fuck is wrong with me?

“I’ll be right back. I forgot something,” I say, backpedaling and then jogging around the side of the house along the cobblestone path.

It should be right around?—

I round a bush toward the hot tub. There’s a gasping sound and a grunt and thump. But my feet are moving faster than my brain can comprehend the noises.

Bex is bent over the side of the hot tub, tits spilling out of her dress, nipple piercings on display, her skirt flipped up while Jake pounds into her from behind. The slap of skin on skin echoes around the alcove.

“Shit!” Jake stumbles backward, pulling up his pants and fumbling with his belt.

“Fuck.” Bex stands up, fixing her dress and smoothing down her hair.

And now we’re all standing here, completely normal, like nothing was just happening and two of us aren’t sweaty and out of breath.

“Sorry, guys. I just came to get”—I point over to where my watch is sitting on the edge of the tub—“that.”

“Oh yeah, no problem.” Jake hands me my watch with a jovial smile.

“Thanks. They’re, uh, looking for you.”

They nod and I turn to leave.

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