Page 124 of Tricky Girls

CHAPTER 27

Haz

I dump the towel, watching all my toys go tumbling into the bath. They’re like a bunch of colourful bath bombs as they slide around, like the ones I got Tilda for Christmas. Except those were black and glittery. Can’t wait to see if they stain the tub. Nic’s gonna throw a fit.

Probably not the best time to be doing this. I heard the others downstairs a minute ago, finally back from Christmas break. My heart fucking flipped at the sound of Tilda’s laugh. Been dead around here lately, don’t know how we ever managed without her.

Kneeling on the bath mat, I pick up a sponge and get to scrubbing.

‘Knock knock.’

I look over my shoulder, unable to help my grin at the sight of Tilda hooked around the doorframe, a sexy little smile on her face. She’s wearing one of those pleated miniskirts I love so much, a baggy band T tucked into it.

‘Ah, here she is. Missed having your sweet mug to look at every day.’

She steps into the bathroom, catching sight of what I’ve got going on. ‘Wow, Haz.’ She laughs, that little girlish giggle I’m crazy for. ‘Been busy over the break?’

I smirk. ‘Actually, no. It’s been boring as fuck without you two.’

‘Aw, you missed us?’ She joins me on the mat, elbow on the rim of the bath.

I flick water at her. ‘Just said that, didn’t I? You better have missed me too.’

‘Thought of nothing else, obviously.’

‘Obviously. So, how was your week at Elly’s? What did the two of you get up to?’

Because that’s what I’ve been thinking nothing else of. I know we’ve scrapped the bet—seems a dick thing now we’ve got so close to her—but Elly getting her all to herself for a week still feels like a win on her part.

And I fucking hate losing.

‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ Tilda teases.

‘Need,baby.Need to know. Did she take your lesbian v-card? Tell me. Tell Haz.’

Tilda rubs her face on her sleeve in obvious discomfort. ‘Aren’t I still straight?’

‘Dunno, are you? A straight girl never kissed me quite like you did.’

‘I was drunk,’ she mumbles.

‘A time when all our secret desires come to the surface. Don’t sweat it, Tilda. We’d be stoked to have you on our team. We’llthrow you a fucking party.’ I grin, nudging her. ‘Get it? A fucking party.’

She rolls her eyes. ‘Yeah, Haz, I get it.’

‘Anyway, thanks for being there for Elly over Christmas.’ I toss a dildo, feeling the spray as it splashes. ‘Stupid bitch not telling me.’

‘Maybe try asking her every once in a while how she is. Everyone’s got shit going on if you dig a little.’

I give a mock salute, reigning in my anger at being told what to do. I’ve known Elly longer than she has, for fuck’s sake.

Though maybe what I’m feeling is less anger and more guilt.

Either way, doesn’t feel great.

‘Hey, can I ask you something?’ Tilda says.

‘Ask away.’

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