I’m in so much trouble.
Chapter Eighteen
Reddit Revelations
Poppy
CeCe’s lying on my bed, scrolling through her phone while I panic-pack for tomorrow’s wedding. She’s been here for a few days, supposedly to help but mostly to drink Dean’s wine and make inappropriate comments about his ass.
“Okay but seriously,” she says, not looking up. “His jawline?”
“Can we not?” I’m elbow-deep in my suitcase, searching for the backup backup shoes. Because you always need backup backup shoes.
“I’m just saying. That man looks at you like—”
“Like what?”
“Like he wants to eat you for breakfast. And lunch. And a midnight snack.”
I throw a shoe at her. She dodges without even looking up from her phone.
“He looks at me like I’m a problem he needs to solve.”
“Yeah. With his dick.”
“CECE.”
“What? I have eyes. That little jaw clench thing he does when you walk by? Pure sexual frustration.”
“He has TMJ.”
“He has feelings.”
“Same thing.” I find the shoes I was looking for and toss them in the bag. “Doesn’t matter anyway. Tomorrow’s the wedding, Sunday I’m gone.”
“Uh-huh.” She’s still scrolling. “That why you spent twenty minutes picking out pajamas last night?”
“It’s a wedding weekend. People might see—”
“The only person who might see your pajamas is—” She stops. Sits up. “Oh. My. God.”
“What?”
“Oh my GOD.”
“What??”
She’s staring at her phone like it personally offended her. “This absolute idiot.”
“Who?”
“Your boy.”
“He’s not my—”
“He posted on Reddit.”
Everything stops. My world narrows. “What?”
