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Could this night get any longer? “Fine.”
I’ll have to sleep on the uncomfortable sponge mattress because Kian will complain all night if he has to. And there is no way I’m sharing a bed with him, because he thrashes around like he’s being attacked. “But you can’t keep asking every ten minutes if I’m awake.”
“How else will I know if you’re asleep or not?”
I don’t bother entertaining that response when my phone vibrates. It’s Dylan, who’s already down the hall snickering to himself.
Bunny Patrol 2.0
Dylan Donovan: Get your cameras ready. Ishida and Cap are sleeping together.
Cole Carter: I’d pay to see that.
Sebastian Hayes:Of course you would, E.
Dylan Donovan: Five dollars at the door. Ten if you want to record.
Eli Westbrook: I thought that scream was the girl you have over. You scared Kian again, didn't you?
Dylan Donovan: It was a harmless prank, Dad.
Sebastian Hayes: WTF? That’s why you dragged me to the dollar store at one a.m.?? I thought it was for a project.
“Who’s texting you?” asks Kian, trying to peek over my shoulder, clutching his spatula.
“The guys.”
“I’m not getting any messages,” he says, staring at his smartwatch.
“Maybe the WIFI’s bad,” I answer, not paying attention because I’m texting Dylan that he’s one message away from having his number blocked.
“I’m using data. There’s nothing.”
I shrug when I look at him, only to find him peering down at my phone to see the chat. I realize it too late because a look of disbelief and hurt mixes onto his face.
Shit.
“You guys have a group chat without me?!”
21 | SUMMER
“WHY ARE YOU zoned out?” Tyler looks at me with a weird expression as he enters the private study pod.
A restlessness flares at the memory of last night. The pressure of Aiden’s fingers pressing into my thighs and dirty words pressed between my legs sends a heat wave crashing into me.
I unzip my jacket. “Haven’t had any caffeine yet.”
Or maybe it’s that Aiden gave me a mind-numbing orgasm, and I’m pretty sure I’ve become stupid. That would be the only explanation for staring at my blank computer screen for twenty-five minutes. Nothing like flashbacks to the best head you’ve ever gotten to distract you in the middle of exam season.
There is a high chance that I’m prone to making bad decisions. Maybe it’s a genetic predisposition that should be studied closely because I know I should have denied the ‘kiss' and just finished myself off, thinking about the version of him I could stomach, like an accountant with no ties to the wretched sport.
“Here you go.” Tyler sets a cup down and sits beside me.
“Thanks,” I say, taking a sip. “What are you doing here?”
“I can’t hang out with my favorite girl?”
I swivel my head to search. “Where?”
