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Then, she got back at me.
A week later, Ligaya stole my phone again. She also managed to change every single clock in my house, including my alarm clock.
I had missed the single most important hockey game of my high school career.
“Ami helped me make that costume before she left for the military. We worked all night glamming up the wings. I was stressed about her being deployed. In my twisted brain, the broken wings represented our bond being broken. Ugh, I was such a drama queen.”
For a moment, I’m unable to get air past the stone in my throat.
“I had no idea.” I wince at the inadequacy of my words. “Please believe me. I had no idea it meant that much.”
“I solved nothing by walking away from the performance. That’s not on you. Dropping theater hurtmethe most. Especially since my character was played by Claudia Cox who messed up all the lines. To add insult to injury, the costume never made it on stage. Claudia had nicer tits than me, so my dress wouldn’t fit. She wore a nearly sheer prom dress which”—she shudders—“well, you know.”
“I didn’t mean for that to happen.” Regret sits heavy on my chest. “I’m sorry, Ligaya.”
“Even when I was mad at you, I knew taking the wings wasn’t that different from our previous pranks,” she admits. “But fuck, I swore I would make you pay. Unfortunately, I knew exactly how. I’m sorry about that, too, Tristan.”
“It doesn’t matter now.”
“I’m still sorry.”
“Accepted. And for the record, Claudia never had nicer tits than you.”
She scoffs. “How wouldyouknow?”
CHAPTER 7
LIGAYA
I can’t believe I’m sitting here with a half plate of lasagna talking about my tits and holding back a smile. But nothing was ever normal between me and Tristan.
“How wouldyouknow?”
“I felt you in my arms last week, Ligaya.”
He puts his utensils down and wipes his mouth. The motion makes me look at his lips while he speaks, slow and steady, as if relishing every word. “And since I haven’t thought about much since, I know for a fact your tits are magnificent.”
Damn. I don’t know if I should be insulted at a man audaciously commenting on my breasts or exhilarated that the man is Tristan.
“I’m not sure if I should be pissed or flattered.”
“No need to choose yet.”
“Smooth. Does this usually work with your dates?”
“Aha, you agree this is a date,” he declares smugly.
“Don’t twist my words.”
“You make it too easy.”
I shake my head in a gesture of exasperation, but I can’t stop smiling.
“Wriggling your way into the rehearsal was sneaky, even for you. What did you think it would accomplish?”
“Maybe I wanted to buy you dinner to make up for how badly I behaved.”
“A gift card would have accomplished the same thing.”
