Page 63 of In For a Penny
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It’s just a little hard to remember that when I think about the fact that Allie now knows my sex sounds—and that my OCD roommate now has to face the fact that I was doing something sexual on the kitchen counter.
I reach for my phone in the pocket of my robe and open Instagram while he cleans, stopping dead in my scroll at a picture of Austin.
But it’s not posted on his account.
It’s posted on my friend Claire’s account.
And Austin’s arm is around Claire.
And they’re both smiling into the camera.
And the caption reads:This guy, this view, this trip! Perfection!
…
WHAT.
THE.
FUCK.
