Page 39 of Revved up & Ready

“Wouldn’t Luke do that for you?” I ask Allie.

“I mean, yeah,” Allie answers, “But he’d be cranky about it. Your thing with Cam is fresh—plus he actually likes taking selfies.”

If we were really dating, would I still be this embarrassed about asking him for this? Probably. But she has a point, and I don’t want to do anything that would make it seem like we’renotdating.

Me: You can tell me to fuck off if you want, but any chance we could get a selfie of you and Luke?

Me: Please know, I’m cringing as hard as possible.

Me: Allie’s request.

Me: I’m so sorry. Please ignore this.

“He’s not writing me back,” I say.

“Probably because he knows you’re supposed to be watching a movie,” Devon says, smoothing Dandy’s fur.

“Give him half a second,” Allie says.

And that’s all it takes before my phone buzzes with his reply.

The picture is a classicflash-photo-in-a-gym-mirror,featuring an overly flexed Cam with a not-paying-attention Luke in the background. It’s completely ridiculous.

My stifled laugh draws my friends closer, and Allie and Bea burst into laughter when I turn the phone their way. Devon doesn’t look, but she gives us an indulgent smile as she holds Dandy close to her stomach and reaches for the remote. Cam’s next photo shows up while Allie and Bea are still looking over my shoulder.

This one’s a proper selfie, with one of his lean, tattooed arms extending toward the camera. His smile is more subdued than the usual too-wide grin—more of a sensual smirk. His blue-green eyes seem to be looking directly at me, and the harsh gym lighting reflects the droplets of sweat on his collarbones in an unreasonably appealing way. Goodness.

“Aww, Luke’s not even in that one,” Allie pouts.

My phone buzzes again, and I clutch it back, eager to see what it is without anyone else interfering.

Cam: Don’t pretend these aren’t for you.

“Is that a dick pic?” Allie asks. “Is that why you’re hiding it and blushing?”

“No!” I squeal, mortified. “He’s not taking dick pics at the gym. He’s not a creep.”

“But heistaking them?” she teases, waggling her brows.

“What are you getting at?” Bea asks, arching a brow. “It sounds like you want to see her boyfriend’s dick.”

Myboyfriend. I blame the flutter in my stomach on excitement over our ruse working.

“No, of course not,” Allie answers. “I just want to make sure Sadie’s getting the full benefit of dating Cam. Besides, I’ve already seen it. We all have.”

“What do you mean,we’ve all seen it?” I ask, slightly horrified.

“In his old video,” Allie says.

“You couldn’t actuallyseeit,” I say. “There was a smiley face covering everything.”

Allie’s mouth drops open. “Do not even sit there and tell me you’ve never seen the other version of that video.”

“What other version?” I ask, though I have a sinking feeling I know exactly what she means.

“You clearly never looked hard enough. It’s out there,” she says, smirking at me. “But if you want to see it now, just ask Cam. I’m sure he has the original footage.”

I gasp. “I amnotasking him that.”

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