HANNA
Hope you’re wearing something sturdier than those goddamned basketball shorts or Brendon is going to start getting ideas.
ALWAYS ANSWER
Did Sara take that?
HANNA
Maybe, why?
ALWAYS ANSWER
Noted.
Sara cackled beside her. “Milo just Venmo’d me a hundred bucks with an eggplant and prayer hands emoji.”
HANNA
Your turn.
ALWAYS ANSWER
I don’t think Logan is going to snap a studio-lit dick pic for me. Do you accept selfies?
HANNA
I’ll take Morse code at this point.
“God, you two are insane. No wonder the sex is so hot.”
Hanna mumbled, “It’s unreal. The last three weeks have been so painful. But this morning we decided maybe Vegas doesn’t count.”
Sara looked at Taylor, who looked at Maricela.
Hanna sighed. “I know it’s dumb, you don’t have to figure out how to tell me. Oh! He just texted back.”
Sara turned away. “You can keep whatever photo he sends to yourself. I still have to look the man in the eye.”
“Speak for yourself,” Taylor mumbled, leaning in to see, but Hanna held her phone to her chest. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Your nudes are all I can handle anyway.”
Hanna glanced at the screen, but immediately set it back down to take a breath.
Sara sipped a fresh drink, courtesy of Maricela. “That good, huh?”
“I’m in so much trouble,” Hanna muttered.
She braced herself and flipped the screen again, greeted by Milo in the hotel bathroom, gray sweats hardly concealing anything below his waistband. He sent a second without any pants at all, and every drop of blood in her body drained south.
HANNA
I cannot believe you gray sweatpants-d me.
**This message was sent from the bottom of The Cosmopolitan pool**
ALWAYS ANSWER
Don’t drown, I have big plans for you later.
