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“What are you wearing?” I ask, trying to stifle my laugh. “You need riding gear.”
She sighs, wrapping her arms like a pretzel over her chest. “You think I own riding gear?”
I shrug, “Good point.”
“Lincoln, dress your friend.” Reiss snarls. “We don’t need her leg getting burned on my pipe.”
“Pfft!” Lincoln spits, and Stassie rolls her eyes. “There’s no fear in me ever touching your pipe.”
Reiss’ lips tilt into a wicked smirk. “We’ll see about that, Stas.”
Lincoln stands from the table, and carries her bowl to the sink. “Reiss, can you give it a rest? Stassie doesn’t wanna sleep with you.”
“Sure she does,” he grins. “I’m a good cuddler.”
Lincoln pushes his shoulder, “You are annoying as hell.”
“Am not,” he argues. “I’m just persistant.”
Lincoln and Stassie leave the room to go get changed and I narrow my eyes at Reiss. “Why do you constantly fuck with Stas, bro?”
His brow twists, “Is it not obvious?”
“Not really,” I admit. “Are you doing it just to aggravate Lincoln or what?”
“No.” He quips. “I’m just a flirt.”
I wince, “I think she likes you, man. Don’t fuck with her like that. Especially if you are still with Mira.”
His eyes sadden, and he fidgets with his hat on his head. “You’re right. I need to back off.”
“What’s up with you and Mira anyway? At first I thought you just wanted to bone her to get her brother off his game, but y’all been hanging out a lot lately.”
“Mira’s cool,” he nods. “I do fucking hate Landon, butit’s got nothing to do with him. Trust me. I’m just helping her out.”
I don’t know what that even means but I’m not going to push. It’s not my business who he sleeps with, and I don’t exactly want to open up about the girl that’s been invading all my thoughts recently.
His fucking sister.
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Lincoln
We rode all day long and, just before the sun started to fade behind the lake, we pulled back into the house. I opened the door and stepped inside and echoes of “Happy Birthday” filled the room. There were people everywhere. People I knew from the track, some I barely knew at all, and a huge birthday cake on the counter.
It was green with orange flowers on it, a cute little seventies vibe, and it had a giant eighteen sticking from the top. It was really elaborate, too elaborate for me, and it had Stassie written all over it.
“Did you do this?” I ask Stassie, who is grinning from ear to ear, covered in dirt and dust.
“The idiots helped,” she smirks, pointing over her shoulder with her thumb at Reiss and Colson.
“Thank you,” I say, directing it at all of them, but Colson doesn’t look at me. Not really.
In fact, he didn’t really look at me all day. I heard him talking with my brother this morning and everything just felt a little off, but I won’t lie and say I haven’t thought all day about what birthday present he was talking about. If that was just some lie he told my brother or if he really did get me something.
I mingle with the guests for an hour, and by the time I’ve talked to everyone, I’m exhausted. I round the corner of the deck and see Colson pressed up against the wall with a girl in front of him.
She throws her head back laughing, and I feel my stomach knot with jealousy. I stand there for a moment watching them, and my heart sinks further when he smiles back.
