I let out a breath, finally alone. Lucas still lingers with everyone under the hood, Mace leaning her ass on the edge and looking over her shoulder at him.
He wouldn’t take her home, would he? To my parents’ house? And I don’t think she lives on her own. There’s always his car, but…
Suddenly, someone straddles my back, and I look over, recognizing Aro’s high-top Chucks. She starts tugging at my plaid button-down that I wear over my white tank top.
“What are you doing?” I yell, not giving a shit who hears me.
My arms flop out of the sleeves as she rips the shirt off me and then sinks her fingers into my hair, fluffing and teasing.
“Aro!” I growl.
She slaps a tube of lipstick in front of me, instructing, “Just a little dusting.”
“Why?”
“You let me know if he looks at your mouth,” she whispers, leaning into my ear, “and later, I’ll tell you exactly what he was thinking.”
Huh?
I pick up the tube and uncap it, seeing it’s a fire engine red. It’s not my color.
She must notice me hesitating because she adds, “Don’t you want to know if I’m right?”
Right about what? Lucas not being able to take his eyes off my mouth? What do I care—
She pushes me over, so I’m on my back, and takes the lipstick from me. Brushing it over my lips, she smiles as if unwrapping a present.
“Now, fluff your tits.”
I dig in my eyebrows.
“Do it!” she growls.
Quickly, I reach into my shelf bra and shift my breasts back into place as I rub my lips together. “Now get off me!”
But instead, she tickles my stomach, and I squeeze my eyes shut, laughing. “Stop!”
I’m laughing so hard, though, and I can barely breathe with her weight on my gut.
“You got a good blush on your cheeks now,” she tells me, leaning in. “Here he comes.”
I pop my eyes open. “Huh?”
In a moment, she’s gone, walking away, and I’m rolling back onto my stomach. Lucas stands at the edge of the track, looking over at me, a lightness in his eyes.
Where did Mace go? Farrow, Dylan, my brothers…everyone is invisible except him.
He strides over, his hands in his pockets.
I try to write the next recipe instruction, but my train of thought is gone.
“It’s good to see you having fun,” I hear him say over me.
I look up, returning his small smile as he takes a seat on the ground next to me. For some reason, everyone has disappeared, Codi and the rest of Dylan’s friends having walked off.
“Dylan and Hunter seem in love,” he says, his arms hung over his bent knees. “They were always a pair, I guess.”
Following his gaze, I see Hunter standing behind Dylan, his arms wrapped around her as she tips her head back and looks at him. Her lips move, the blush on her cheeks meaning she’s saying things only meant for him.
