“It’s up there.” Jorja pointed to a spot just atop the hill. He took a bizarre pleasure in tricking her, then pulling back the curtain. “You’re disgusting,” she said just a moment too late. Elayah had done her fair share of swooning, and even knowing that he was playing her for the reaction to his phlegmy, male raunch, she was still frozen by those blue eyes and that saucy quirk of his lips.

He had a face made for YouTube and a body made for making girls swoon. Tall and dirty blond and crinkly-grinned, he was pretty much every aftershave and men’s deodorant commercial come to life. “I think… I think I know what the problem is.” He gagged up a wad of something thick and yellowish, then spat it into the grass at his feet.Įlayah was the only one to react. “Wait, wait!” Liam made an almost mechanical sound deep in his chest. “Sucks to be you,” Marcie added with a healthy dose of snark. “We’re reclaiming it from the patriarchy.” “Girls are allowed to say pussy,” she informed Liam. She had the pickax, which somehow imbued her with additional gravitas. The last of their foursome, Jorja, snorted. “Grow up,” Marcie told him, tossing her hair back. “I only had a grande this morning,” Liam said with a wretched pout. Marcie did more than roll her eyes-she turned to Liam and held out her shovel, stopping him in his tracks. Liam started whining about the climb halfway up, pleading exhaustion already, to the annoyance of the others.

Bearing shovels and a pickax, they made their way up the hill that morning.

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