I shrugged, wiping the sweat from my brow. “Like what?”
“This is just like, a lot of sex.”
“You can’t handle it?”
She rolled her eyes. “Also, why’d you come on my chest?” she asked.
I shrugged, wiping the sweat from my brow.
“You don’t like tit? I mean, it?”
She rolled her eyes, then grabbed her bra that was hanging on the back of the bed frame.
“My husband comesinsideme,” she said. Getting up, she went and jumped in the shower.
I pressed and held the button to turn my phone on, and it buzzed with what seemed like a hundred messages. My eyes bulged out of my head.
Crazy video last night! #legendary
My grandmother had even called me.
Fuck.
That’s when I remembered: Catarina and I had snapchatted last night. But she only had a few dozen followers. And I was pretty sure she only sent people direct video messages and didn’t put things on her story.
I clicked a link that one of my teammates showed me. It was a video frominsideFreddie’s Walk-In Chapel.
My insides curled.
“Hey Cat!” I yelled. She came out of the shower with her hair up in a towel. “I think you’re going to want to see this.”
A towel wrapped around her midsection, she padded over to me on the bed.
I held up the phone so she could see.
She gasped and put a hand over her mouth. “Is that ... ?”
“TMZ dot com! Freddie’s somehow leaked the video. Already.”
She sat down next to me on the bed, and I noticed she smelled like some sort of fresh fruit. I sniffed her. “Is that pineapple?”
“It’s kiwi. Quite a selection you had in there.” she said, not taking her eyes off the screen as she scrolled through the article. She read aloud. “Catarina and Dustin, according to the information from one TMZ insider, have known each other for ten years. They met in college. Neither could be reached for comment.”
“When did we make up that story about meeting in college?”
“Maybe last night when we were at the casino?”
“Oh yeah. We were babbling to the blackjack dealer, weren’t we?”
“Yes. Andof course,they couldn’t reach us for comment,” I muttered. “We just woke up.”
“Do you think this got shared on Twitter? What do you think the hashtag is?”
I shrugged. “#Vegaslove?”
She pulled up Twitter, but she didn’t have to search far. Her hand began to shake. “Dear God. We’re thefeaturedstory on Twitter.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Welp. So much for that annulment.”
