Page 40 of Wherever You Are
My pulse speeds.
Okay.
You can handle this, Willow. They’re just partiers. They probably don’t know that this room belongs to a semi-famous person. I’m on the periphery of fame.
They won’t steal your things.
Just…let it pass.
“Willow,” Lo says sharply, grabbing my attention.
“Yeah?” I nudge up my glasses for the umpteenth time
“Are they gone?”
I shake my head. “I hear…” I cringe.No, no.“…slurping.”
Daisy’s mouth falls. “They’re making out.”
“Abort,” Lily says. “Abort.”
Nervous heat pricks me at the thought of a confrontation. “I can’t…”
“Go tell them to get the fuck out of your room,” Ryke says harshly. I’m not him. I’m not Rose or Lo.
The hot-tempered triad (Lily coined the term) could resolve this fast and efficiently.
My face contorts at the sound of my bed squeaking andmmms.I look up at the darkness of my closet. “Just my luck,” I mutter to myself, “two strangers are desecrating my bed when Garrison is supposed to be here soon—and how can I give him a blow job for the first time on the same place where strangers just touched?”Wait.I freeze.
I didn’t just say that out loud. In front of my brothers.
To Lo, Ryke asks, “Did she just fucking say she’s giving Garrison a blow job for the first time?”
I did.
Lo shoots him a look. “Thanks for repeating that. Like I didn’t need to bleach my brain before.”
“I thought she’s already had sex with him,” Ryke says in confusion.
“Huh.” Lo’s brows scrunch. “Does that mean you’re still a vir—”
“No,” I say quickly.
Cremate me, please. I hide behind my hanging overalls.
Rose snaps, “Blow jobs don’t have to come before sex.”
I’m shriveling like a withering flower, and the Calloway sisters tell them to stay out of it, coming to my defense.
It’s easier to focus on the strangers making out on my bed now. I want to escape the embarrassment of Lo and Ryke knowing I’m planning to give Garrison a blow job.
I tuck my laptop to my chest. “I’m going out there.”
“Good,” Lo says.
“We’re here,” Rose reminds me.
Daisy makes a heart shape with her hands.
