Page 61 of What If I Hate You
Marlee
I’m fine? That’s all you have to say? I don’t think so! Spill. Now. Did you murder someone? Do you need an alibi?
I stifle a laugh, not wanting to wake Bear.
Me
No murder.
I got railed on Bear's kitchen floor and it was the best sex of my life and I’m not sure what to do about that.
Me
I'm alive. Will call you later.
Her response is immediate: WAIT! That means something. That means you’re either doing the walk of shame somewhere or you’re still in someone’s bed!
Heat crawls up my neck.
Am I that transparent?
Me
What? No. Why would you think that?
Marlee
Don't play dumb with me, Blake. You're NEVER cryptic. You always overshare everything. The only time you go all mysterious is when there's a man involved.
I press my face into the pillow, feeling caught. My finger hovers over the keyboard, hesitating.
Me
Fine. I may have spent the night with someone.
Marlee
BARRETT CUNNINGHAM??????
Me
How did you know??
Marlee
HOLY SHIT I WAS KIDDING!!! I just guessed! OMG BLAKELY RIVERS YOU SLEPT WITH BEAR?????
I wince at the capital letters screaming at me. I can practically hear her voice through the phone. Behind me, Bear shifts slightly, his arm tightening around my waist. I freeze, but his breathing remains steady.
Me
Keep it down
Marlee added Layken Ollenberg and Ella Blackstone to the chat
What? Oh God!
Marlee
