Piece of cake.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Rae
“I’M TEXTING HIM.” I hold out my hand for my phone.
“Who?”
“Grant. No, Brendan. No, Grant.”
“Bruh.”
“He needs to know he’s a total prick.”
“Which one?”
“Both.”
“No. They do not.”
“They do! It’s vitally important that I tell Brendan how bad he is at kissing. Was. Is. Ever more shall be.” I take another sip of cranberry-watermelon slush. God, it’s delicious.
“Yes, but not tonight.”
“Why not?” I squint at where Sam’s backed into the corner of the world’s smallest sofa, literally sitting on my phone to keep it away from me. “This is the perfect night for it. Grant’s kiss is right here.” My hand goes to my lips, my skin still buzzing. “Sammy, I just… Why’s it so good with this guy? Like, what is it? I mean, his voice. The dirty talk?” Another swig. I don’t let myself think of who he’s dirty-talking with right this very minute.Chef’s kiss. Somehow, I accidentally kiss with the hand holding my glass,which sends a watermelon waterfall over the sofa and me. And Sam. “Oops. Oh. Sorry. Sorry. Let me get you a towel or a—”
“No towel! I’m fine.” She wipes herself off, giggling. “Geez, Rae. Give me that.”
“No.” I steal the glass back, spraying myself yet again with watermelon rain. “It’s too good.”
“You’re gonna throw up.”
“I won’t.” Sitting back down on my side of the sofa, I shake my head, staring at the drink’s pretty, pretty color. “I am stronger than that.”
“Everyone knows you have a weak stomach.” She hands me an open bag of chips. They’re jalapeño cheddar, and I picked them out at the little corner market. “Eat.”
I reach into the tiny bag, put a chip in my mouth, and consider. “Not bad.”
She takes one and crunches down. “Pretty good.”
“Ten dollars good?”
“Absolutely not.”
“But you bought them anyway.”
“I did,” she says.
“Because I wanted my favorite Cheetos.”
“Which they didn’t have.”
I sigh. “And you’re a good friend.”
“I am.” She watches me closely. “You okay?”
“I’m sad now.”
