Page 30 of Insatiable

Sheis here.

Not that I’d ever have the balls to talk to her nicely.

Ever since we were fifteen, I’ve gone out of my way to piss her off.

Points for maturity.

Me and Base sit on the log in front of the fire, him passing me the joint when Mum andLuciellaaren’t looking, while the girls attempt to make their own fire.

I train my eyes on a certain dark-haired specimen while my friend talks about his weekend in Moscow. Stacey laughs at somethingTylarsaid.

She’s not even funny.

“Fuck being in a relationship,” Base says as he looks at people kissing. “It’s hard to find loyalty.”

I snort, looking away when her eyes find mine. “You have the biggest choice out of us all since you fuck both men and women.”

He passes me the joint, blowing out smoke. “There’s a difference. I’m sexually attracted to both, but emotionally and romantically, I could only ever date a woman. Does that make sense?”

“It does.” Base took ages to come out and say he was bisexual, worried we’d view him differently, but we all got drunk and celebrated instead.

“It doesn’t mean I have a bigger choice. Like, nooffence, mate, but I wouldn’t go near you. You’re too tall and I reckon you’d be dominant. I’d fuckDezthough, but don’t tell him I said that.”

I chuckle. “I won’t.”

For the next five minutes, Base texts on his phone while I people-watch. The guys have coolers filled with beer outside the twelve-man tent, and some of them are chatting with the girls.

“What about you?” Base eventually asks.

I frown, opening another beer. “Me?”

He nods. “I’ve never seen you with anyone. Me andDezspoke about it a few times. We reckon you’re a virgin.” He winces. “That sounded bad. I don’t mean it that way. You just don’t spare anyone a glance.”

I go silent, wondering if I should stand up and walk away before I punch him or admit that I’ve never been attracted to anyone, or had the urge to kiss or fuck or anything like they do. I’ve never had a one-night stand like they all have.

I used to be embarrassed about it, but I guess I don’t really give a fuck anymore.

It’s not like I’m completely devoid of sexual arousal – my hand does a good-enough job without emotions or the feeling of someone else doing it.

No – one person is on my mind. She’s my sister’s best friend and she hates me.

My eyes search the campsite until they land on her, sipping her drink and staring at the barely lit fire. I’ve figured out a lot about her by watching what she does. She’s not very sociable, doesn’t talk that much. She’s a fantastic dancer. I may have walked in on her stretching at the studio once, and the image of her bending over has imprinted on my mind.

She has a few tattoos. Nothing drastic. She suits them.

She smiles at somethingDezsays, and my hand grips my beer. As much as she looks innocent and sweet, she’s annoying; steals cigarettes out my mouth and walks away, rolls her eyes when I correct her, even if I’m right. She’s called me every name under the sun, and it makes my day ten times better.

I shouldn’t look at my sister’s best friend the way I do, but when Stacey Rhodes walks into the room, you can’tnotlook.

She glances at me again, but this time, I stare back, feeling the cool air against my neck.

Base nudges my shoulder, and I break her gaze. “So, are you?”

I look at him as he sparks another cigarette. “Am I what?”

“A virgin?” he asks. “You can tell me. I’ll help you get laid.”

I grind my teeth. “Fuck off.”

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