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“Hey.” She beams at me.

Okay, a smile isn’t what one does when one is unhappy you guessed her whereabouts correctly.

“How’d you sleep?” she asks.

“Like a rock.” As in, my cock was as hard as a rock, thanks to a certain someone and her perfect breasts.

She grabs a plate and, as expected, loads it with all the most sugar-laden options on display.

We resume some of the get-to-know-you conversation, and among other things, I learn that she’s always had trouble insulting people. I’ll probably regret it later, but I offer to help her improve her skills and then teach her some of the gems from the repertoire my team and I use on the ice.

“I’ve thought of an activity we could do,” she says when the lesson is over. “It’s not watching nature, but it will happen in nature, a forest to be precise. I hope that’s okay with you?”

As long as she’s there, I don’t care what we do. “Sounds mysterious. Will you tell me what it is?”

She grins at me triumphantly. “Ziplining.”

Chapter 24

Sophia

“Hi, I’m Levi,” says our “instructor”—a boy of about fifteen, if I’m generous. “Let me go over the safety instructions before we gear up.”

He goes into a spiel that makes me wonder if he’s Professor Ambien’s long-lost grandson.

As my mind wanders, I return to something I’ve been dwelling on all morning and on the way here: the kiss that never happened last night.

There was definite disappointment—and hurt—in Mason’s eyes. Also, though it could be my imagination, he’s been a bit more closed off today compared to the way he was in the botanical gardens. And he hasn’t looked at my boobs even once.

Maybe he misunderstood last night. I didn’t want to kiss him because I suddenly felt the rocking of the ship, and I was afraid Pazuzu might yank out the dinner I’d just had. It had nothing to do with him. At all. In fact, it was scary how much I wanted to kiss him despite Pazuzu… and how much I still do, even in front of our underaged instructor and the rest of these people.

Hmm. Maybe it’s for the best that we didn’t kiss, even if it was due to a misunderstanding. Maybe I should?—

“—and use the glove to brake.”

Wait. A glove? What glove? What else did I miss?

“Now,” the possible-violation-of-child-labor-laws says, “the gear is over there.” He gestures at a row of harnesses and helmets.

“Hey.” I tug on Mason’s sleeve. “Do you know what to do?”

“Sure. It’s like this.” Mason grabs a harness and slips it on effortlessly, while I do my best not to gawk at the place on his crotch where the harness has created a bulge that is even bigger than the usual situation. Next, Mason grabs a helmet and slips it on—which makes him look a lot like how he did on the ice.

Hot.

“All right.” I grab another harness and try to put it on… only to end up smacking my teeth with a carabiner and then nearly choking when a shoulder strap somehow becomes a noose.

“Can I help?” Levi asks, seemingly talking directly to Plato’s nipple, which is hard and therefore visible through my shirt despite my bra.

Thanks, Mason’s bulge.

“No,” Mason growls, just as I say, “Yes.”

Mason’s hand curls into a fist, not helping the nipple situation in the slightest. Levi takes a step back—a wise choice.

“If you value your hands, don’t even think about touching her,” Mason growls again.

Levi’s recently sprouted Adam’s apple bobs, and his voice goes girlishly high. “Yes, sir.” Swiftly, he goes to help someone else.

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