“When did you send him the sunflower?”
“Few weeks ago,” he mumbled, flipping through one of the flash binders on the desk. “I was going to tell you, but then… well, you were there.”
“Right,” she whispered, following him back to Jenner’s studio.
“Figured I’d feel out the vibe once we got here.”
“And it has nothing to do with a certain blonde?—”
“Don’t,” he said, pressing a finger to her lips. “None of that. This is just for you. You want me to come in with you?”
Hanna thought about that. He’d already seen everything, but it had all gotten so strange.
“Do you want to come in?”
“Obviously,” Milo said, grinning.
“Fine,” Hanna said, changing her tune when he frowned. “Great.”
She sat on the table as Jenner showed her the two sizes he’d printed—she opted for the larger of the two, so the petals would brush against the curves of her.
“Pasties, tape, or freeballin’?” Jenner asked, pulling out a drawer of adhesive covers. “I’m gay as shit, if that factors into your decision.”
Hanna looked at Milo, who only laughed.
She rolled the top of her dress down around her waist, tossing her bra at Milo. Jenner had her lie back and gently pressed the stencil against her skin.
“Check the placement for me.”
Hanna sat up, staring at her torso in the mirror.
“What do you think?” she asked Milo.
He swallowed and she could practically see his throat tightening around a response as his eyes swept over her.
“It’s perfect.” He leaned back in the chair, running his hands through his hair. “You’re perfect.”
She wasn’t sure it was a compliment, the way the words soured on his tongue.
NINETEEN
Before Hanna even opened her eyes the next morning, she knew the room was spinning.
She rolled over and peeked at her phone, dreading any social media tags that might have popped up.
Sara
Hannaaaaaaaaa!
Hanna.
HANNA
Where’d you go??
Okay, you must be having a wild threesome with M and L to not answer me.
Just kidding.
