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I shake my head adamantly and Ella giggles. “You guys, her dad doesn’t even know they’re together.”

There’s a collective gasp in the bathroom and all eyes are on me.

“Scandalous!” Tatum sings. “Oh, my God girl we need all the tea!”

“Well, we met via text when I accidentally sent a text to my dad but hit the wrong number.”

“Seriously?” Rory asks.

“Yep. Their numbers are literally one digit off from each other and I had texted my dad over some left-over spaghetti and he answered my text. We didn’t even know who we were each talking to for weeks.”

Scarlett nudges me. “Keep going, tell them the good part.”

“Well…we sort of bonded over talking about food and then started talking about different aspects of our lives and then…” I close my eyes for a moment, trying to decide if I should say the next part or not.

Charlee raises her hand. “For the record, I know exactly what you’re going to say because Oliver and Milo were kind of giggling about it a few weeks ago over Christmas.”

“Oh, this ought to be good,” another woman says with her hand on her hip. She waves and says, “Hi I’m Ada by the way. Zeke Miller’s wife.”

“Oh hi. Nice to meet you. Anyway, uh, so sort of out of nowhere Bodhi asked if I knew if sex lessons were a thing.”

“Pbfbft!” Carissa laughs. “Oh shit! He seriously asked you that?”

“Yeah.” I nod.

“As in, he had never had sex?”

“Correct.”

“Wait…Bodhi Roche is a virgin?” Rory’s eyes nearly bulge right out of her face.

“Well, not anymore,” I proclaim with a smile and a wink “My BFF out there, tonight’s hostess, her name is Layken, she was with me when I received that text. So, she grabbed my phone out of my hands and replied to him telling him I didn’t know but that I would fuck for food…aaaand the rest is history.” I shrug like we’re talking about brands of tampons and not the peculiar wayin which my relationship with Bodhi Roche turned into several nights of lessons on how to fuck.

Ella claps her hands proudly. “Is this woman not the absolute queen when it comes to catching the perfect guy? A virgin she got to mold into the lover of her dreams and a nice guy to boot. I can one-hundred percent vouch for his personality. And the way he cares for Corrigan?” She shakes her head. “Swoon worthy.”

“Wow, girl. You are one lucky woman.” Tatum winks. “Way to work your voodoo magic.”

This time I give them a teasing shrug. “I mean a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do, am I right?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

BODHI

“If ever you’re going to have a chance, it’s now, bro,” Griffin leans over and whispers to me knowing full well that Corrigan just got up from her table and went to the restroom. All the ladies from our table went as well so I can only imagine the gossip going on in there.

Why do they always travel in packs?

What I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the wall.

Or maybe I’d rather not.

“You think?”

Griffin nods. “Fuck yeah. Coach hasn’t moved at all. He’s busy talking to Denovah. You’re good.”

Dex Foster leans over from the other side me. “Why does it matter if your coach sees you kissin’ on a girl?”

“Because dumbass,” Griffin says, rolling his eyes and smirking. “His girl is Coach Hicks’ daughter.”

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