Before I can linger on that thought, another catches up—Did he just say, “I’m gonna call you mine?”
I give my head a little shake. I’m acting like I’ve never seen an attractive man before. I need to snap out of it. I also need to be more specific when asking the universe for favors because this is not what I meant by getting fucked.
I meant sex, not the ability to transform into the most preposterous woman in front of hot men.
I huff out a breath, trying to catch up with my pulse until my shoulders jump again because we suddenly collectively hear, “What the hell?”
All our faces turn to see a woman holding a water-filled Ziploc bag, or mostly water-filled because as she’s pulling it out of her purse, the water is spilling out.
My eyes meet Moon’s as we stare at each other with equal amounts of panic. Well, maybe I’m the only one panicking because she’s quietly laughing as she looks down.
Oh god. Am I sweating? If I had a blood pressure problem, I’d be dead because my heart is racing faster than Lando Norris, and butterflies knock around in my stomach like they’re at a punk rock concert.
Moon looks up at me, but my gaze volleys between her and the guys. Because it suddenly feels like everyone is looking at me.
I swear it’s like everyone around knows what I did, and I can feel the words bubbling just under the surface of my tongue.
Oh, I’m about to make a fool of myself.
Again.
There’s no stopping it. This crazy train is solidly off its track.
Everything happens in slow motion. The woman with my ass bag says, “Who did this?” as all the guys look at me, andmy brows shoot to my hairline as Moon shakes her head at me, seeing disaster ahead.
But that’s when I go full life sabotage. It’s not enough to live a life of cringe. My mouth truly wants a gold medal for loose lips sinking life’s ships.
Because I blurt out, “I burned my ass.”
I hear it. I do. It’s heard.
Brooks’ mouth drops open with a single chuckle as Wells tries to hide his smile. As for my sister, she drops back on the lounger with her hands over her face.
I shake my head. “It’s, um…it was an accident, but I needed the ice… It must’ve fallen into that woman’s…”
My words trail off. The silence is killing me. Dead. I can feel my mind becoming that Homer Simpson meme, slowly stepping back from reality into the hedges of denial.
Of all the things in the world to say, that’s what I chose?
But just before it feels unbearable, Brooks tilts his head, and I’m snapped back into reality. “The sun’s a real killer. But if you need someone to kiss it better—”
A shocked giggle escapes me, and then my shoulders jump because a strong hand on Brooks’ shoulder yanks him backward.
Brooks just laughs, and so does Wells, as the Keanu dupe from earlier steps forward in front of them.
I’m, yet again, faced with the kind of perfection that leaves my body tingling.
Jesus, it should be illegal for them to travel in a pack. Isn’t every friend group supposed to have an ugly friend? Please, god, let me meet that guy because I can’t take this.
“Sorry about him,” he growls out.
I blink momentarily, noticing that the person I’m thinking is Brody has two different-colored eyes. One blue, one green.
“Oh, let him flirt, Brody,” my sister drawls out. “She could use it.”
I was correct.Still, I level a scowl at her, but she wags her brows at me and shrugs. “What? You could.”
I’ll kill her.However, the one silver lining is that her bullshit pulls me back into my body, and I stop acting so socially awkward.
