Page 61 of Subscriber Wars

“What’s wrong?”

My head pops up at Vee’s soft voice.

I shake my head and give her a once-over. She’s in another one of my shirts. This time, it isn’t flannel. Not that it isn’t sexy on her, but flannel is her trademark.

“Nothing,” I lie. “Why?”

She shrugs and comes to sit down beside me. “You just look sad.”

“I’m definitely not sad,” I assure her with a grin. Although, that might not be the case for my sister.

Vee nods at my phone. “Someone bothering you?”

I forget how well Vee knows me from before this whole fake girlfriend thing. “My sister is disappointed I’m not coming home for spring break.”

I don’t know why I tell her. Maybe I wanted to feel better about breaking my mom and sister’s hearts. Or maybe I just wanted to talk to Vee and see where her head is after I came in my pants while dry humping her.

“Oh,” she says, “I’m not going home either.”

I’m pretty sure she isn’t avoiding her family like I am mine. “Any particular reason?”

She tips her chin and takes a sip of my water, like we’re a real couple and share things like clothes and drinks. “They’re doing some fundraiser this week. A car wash or something for the school my dad works for.”

“Oh” is all I say, watching as she takes another sip. “And you don’t want to go?”

She shakes her head and tries not to grin. “Nah, it’s their thing. I don’t like to be there when it’s time to clean up.”

I arch a brow. “Why? What happens?”

“You don’t want to know.”

I chuckle. “Okay. So you didn’t make plans with Aspen?”

She chews on the inside of her cheek. “Last I heard, they were thinking of going to the beach, but hadn’t decided for sure.”

The beach sounds nice. “A trip sounds like the way to go,” I agree.

Vee nods to the untouched wakeboard propped up against the wall where it has been since I bought it. “You like to wakeboard?”

I take my drink from her and down the rest of it. “Yeah. I don’t get much of a chance to use it though.”

Vee fidgets for a second, and we’re both quiet, staring at the wall. “We could go to Aspen’s parents’ lake house if you want,” she finally says. “I mean, you don’t have to, but I can check and see if anyone is there for the weekend. I have to work some next week, but I could manage a long weekend.” She shrugs and takes a deep breath, her cheeks flushed. “You could wakeboard. Aspen’s parents have a boat.”

I sit there, not responding, like a total idiot, when she adds, “I mean we could use the footage for the competition.”

She puts her hands in the air, imitating a billboard. “We could say: Spring Break Getaway, Couple Style.”

Her smile wavers for a moment, and it’s in that moment I know I am completely and utterly fucked with this girl. It doesn’t matter what she did in the past, there’s not enough hate in the universe to keep me away from her now.

I tuck a wet strand of hair behind her ear. “I think that’s the best idea you’ve had yet.”

“Wait. We’re bringing real food?”

Vee cuts me a bored look. “As opposed to fake food we can’t eat?”

Ugh. Why does that sarcasm shoot straight to my dick?

I narrow my eyes and refrain from snatching the bag of groceries from her hand, slamming her body on the hood, and putting that mouth of hers to better use. Ever since I came in my pants to the feel of her body against mine, I haven’t been able to chase away the images. I find myself wanting more and more time with her every day. I can’t get enough of her company, and I’m pretty sure that’s a bad sign.

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