Page 153 of Snap Shot

Me:I knew you'd understand. I hate it here.

Gym Girl:Do you need me to come rescue you?

A body slams against the washroom door, followed by a shrill voice. “Open upppppp. I need to peeeeeeeeee!”

I stick my tongue out toward the interrupter behind the door. “Almost done!'

Me:Yes, please. I parked the Rover at Argyle and Bank.

Gym Girl:I'm across the River. See ya in 10.

The cat-eared brunette tumbles into the washroom, loose curls dragging across the tile as she crawls toward the toilet. Christ.I attempt an escape through the kitchen.

“Landy! Where are you going?” Wade calls over the remixed version of Jeremih's “Put it All on Me.”The aforementioned Playboy bunny touches her toes while Wade practically dry humps her from behind.

My hands form a megaphone around my mouth. “I have to go walk my fish!”

Ten minutes seems like forever. I downed the water bottle I grabbed on my way out of the party within thirty seconds and can't stop fidgeting while waiting for Indi. The briefs keep riding up, the furry boots are making my feet sweat and this wig is insanely itchy.

I'm about to text her for an ETA, when there are light raps on the window. I mindlessly push open the back door and slide to the other end of the seat to make room. “Hey, ba—Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

Ghostface greets me, shrouded in black and wielding a large chef's knife. “Fuuuuck!” I kick my feet, backing into the door, hands fumbling at the handle.

A familiar throaty chuckle rings out. “What a scaredy cat.”

“Indi?” My hand flies to my chest plate, tapping on it to calm my heart.

She lifts the mask and props it atop her head. “Trick or treat?”

“Baby,” I heave through a shallow breath, placing a hand over her shoulder. “You scared the fuck outta me.”

“That was the point, silly man. You miss me?” When she leans in close, a sliver of light from the windshield slashes across her face, splitting her mischievous smile in half.

I tip up my chin to drop a kiss onto her forehead, then hold her softened gaze. “Always.”

The corners of her eyes crinkle as she looks me up and down. “How is your costume skimpier than mine?”

“I'm He-Man.” I straighten and broaden my chest to give her the best view. “It goes with the theme.”

Indi raises an eyebrow. “Which is what? Scantily clad superheroes?”

“Close. We all dressed up as whatever we call our dicks.” A stupid lopsided grin forms across my mouth.

Indi tosses her head back with a short, hearty laugh.

Best fucking sound I've ever heard. Maybe second best to her moaning out my name.

“That's ridiculous.”

I wanna keep hearing her laugh, so I tell her what the boys dressed up as, slowly tugging her onto me. She wipes tears away by the time I describe Wade as Wreck-It Ralph. Her hands nestle around my neck, legs in their rightful place around mine.

“That sounds like a much better party than the one I was at.”

Her dimple calls to me and I answer with another kiss. “I think I like it here best.”

The black robe draped over us is a hindrance. My hand bunches at all the extra fabric. “This isn't what you were wearing in the pic you sent me.”

“I can't wear that to a Halloween party thrown by my boss.” Another smirk pops out. “It's underneath.”

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