Page 13 of Glamour & Gumballs

“No one wants you to suffer, Erin. We’re all keeping our distances for the sake of the game, but if the weather is too much, you need to tell us.”

My frustration flared. “What will you do if it is?”

“A group of us will warm you together. We’ll take turns. It’ll be a big snuggle-fest.” He flashed me a grin.

Fuck, he was pretty.

I scoffed anyway. “I don’t want a dozen assholes taking turns touching me. This isn’t a petting zoo.”

He chuckled. “I get it. The door’s always open, though.”

With that, he stood and strode away.

My frustration swelled higher.

None of the guys were willing to risk becoming a target to help me stay warm.

That probably meant I’d be sleeping alone, too, because I wasn’t about to be sandwiched between two fae dicks.

Literally or figuratively.

Which was just grand.

I’d probably die of hypothermia on my first night playing Survival.

Yay.

My rice was gone too quickly, leaving me staring at my leaf sadly.

If only the other men had offered me their food the way they had for Molly on her season. I would’ve taken it without batting an eye.

Roaring laughter broke out in the group of men a ways behind me, and my head jerked backward to see what was going on before I could stop it.

There was a whole group of them. Maybe even all of them.

My gaze moved over the group, counting.

Eleven.

There were only eleven there.

Jordan was sitting in a tree somewhere, just watching me suffer.

So who was missing?

I raked my mind until the answer hit me hard.

I should’ve put that together immediately.

Rhett wasn’t a part of the group.

Had I even seen him around recently?

I looked back out at the ocean, frowning as I considered it.

Nope, hadn’t seen him.

He didn’t want to be on the island at all… so maybe he would agree to keep me warm?

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