Page 79 of Puck Prince

CALLIE

The way Owen dashed out of my room last night, you would have thought the building was on fire. Things were hot enough between us that it could’ve been, and I’m not sure I would’ve noticed.

The moment was shot as soon as we heard the guys in the hallway. By our own rules, we shouldn’t have even been having the moment in the first place. This charade is strictly for an audience.

But he took off like I was the last person on earth he wanted to get tangled up with.

Shoot, maybe I am. We’ve rubbed each other the wrong way since the moment we met.

… We’ve also rubbed each other very much the right way, too.

I shake the thought from my head. Who could have known that being pregnant would not only make me want to puke all the time—it would also make me annoyingly, inconveniently horny?

Fuck my life.

Or better yet, just fuck me.

Part of me thinks we might as well. The way the guys are glancing back at us as we sit next to each other on the flight home, I know what they’re thinking.

“You think they think we fucked last night?” Owen asks discreetly, practically reading my mind.

I blush. “I’m sure they do.”

“I guess that’s good. You know, for keeping the act up.”

The act.Right. I wish we could just do the act.

Flashbacks of him kneeling in front of me and climbing on top of me, have my inner thighs screaming. I readjust myself in my seat.

The slight movement along with some turbulence has my stomach rolling. I cover my mouth.

“Here.” Owen hands me a bag.

“Are you sure you want to be sitting next to me? This could get ugly,” I mumble directly into the bag.

“For better or for worse.”

I almost laugh. “We’re fake dating, not fake… that.”

“Just trying to make you laugh.”

My stomach evens out, and I lean back, lowering the bag with a mournful sigh. Morning sickness is really for the birds.

“For real, though,” he adds, “it would look weird if we weren’t sitting next to each other. On the way here, I was trying to ‘get my head in the game.’ But now…”

“Right.” I’m kind of indifferent to the logistics of this fake relationship right now. I’m mostly just trying to keep this morning’s avocado toast from making a surprise encore appearance.

“You really suck at flying,” Owen teases.

I toss him a sideways glare. I’m about to tell him he can really suck my?—

“Ah, there she is. Callie girl.” Uncle Randy appears next to my seat with a sympathetic grin. “I can’t ever remember you getting motion sickness before.”

I offer a shaky smile in return. “It’s a recent development.”

“Apparently. When we took that trip to Costa Rica, you were perfectly fine. You and Kennedy were snacking on peanut butter cups and giddy as schoolgirls, talking about shopping and tanning on the beach.”

Both of them are staring at me. I feel caged in. “Uh, yeah, I remember. I… I don’t know. Seasons in life, I guess.”

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