“What do you mean you aren’t surprised about us?” Cameron asks.
Icy just stares at him. “You saw the pictures from the photoshoot, right? You practically had hearts in your eyes in every one.”
“Wonderful,” he groans, head thrown back with his hands over his eyes. “Those pictures are going to be used in a national campaign. I fucked us over before we even got together.”
“You’ll probably be fine,” Nico shrugs. “Like I told you before, I thought we were just fucking with you. I didn’t know you actually liked Zhuri until you told us.”
Wes laughs. “You have no idea about anything, Bieri.”
“I hate everyone here.”
“What the hell did I do?” Sid asks.
“You’ve been dating Bet for a fucking year and just told us. You suck, too.”
Isla claps a hand on his shoulder. “Isn’t Ivy supposed to be very smart? I heard Addie and Blake talking about it at team dinner on Friday.”
“Yes,” Wes answers. “Blake told me about how she’s workin’ on her Ph.D. right now.”
“Holy shit,” Cameron says in surprise. “Is she even old enough for her Ph.D.?”
“She’s twenty-five,” he shrugs. “Pretty sure she’ll do her presentation thing in the spring.”
Elisabet fights a smile. “Nico has good taste, apparently.”
“Idon’thave a thing for Ivy,” is what he says, but the blush creeping across his cheeks says otherwise.
“Okay, boys,” Isla chimes, coming over to help me stand up. “Bet and I are taking Cam’s girlfriend with us to the balcony for some girl talk.”
“Girl talk?” Cam looks at her in confusion.
I chuckle and shake my head. “They’re going to grill me about how you are in bed.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “And?”
I lean down to give him a quick kiss before whispering against his lips. “A plus, baby.”
Isla and Bet drag me away now, and as soon as the balcony doors close behind us, they pounce.
“You fucked Cameron!” Isla shouts.
“Quiet,” I hiss. “That can’t get out, Icy.”
“We’re like fifty stories up right now. No one heard. Now, stop deflecting. You’re in Cameron’s clothing, and I want some damn details about how that happened.”
I sigh. “I feel like it all started at the team dinner on Friday. He knew about my thing for Conway, so I knew that jersey was intentional, and it was making it harder to stay away. We hung out after everyone else left and went for a late-night swim… in our underwear.”
Elisabet squeals. “How did that happen?”
I scratch the back of my neck. “So, it was my idea. We went up there to look at the view, and the next thing I know, I’m stripping off my clothes and challenging him to a race.”
“Fucking get it, Z!” Isla whoops.
“Nothing else happened, but we did almost kiss before I ran away like he was on fire.”
“But you ended up back here last night,” Bet says.
“Yeah,” I sigh. “We agreed we were going to forget about what almost happened, and we would just hang out. Then his cousin Petar in Croatia called him. Cam left us alone briefly, and I seized my opportunity to ask him something. Cam’s been calling meljepotafor months. It’s Croatian, but I had no idea what it meant, and he refused to tell me. Well, I asked Petar.”
