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Weston’s hands roam my backside, pulling me closer still. “Goddamn, he’s a pain in the ass.”

Ya think?

CHAPTER 16

MOLLY

“Life is good? That’s all you have to say about it? Unacceptable.”

– Jenna, the morning after

Let me tell you my ideal Sunday morning routine: wake up to the smell of frying bacon, typically around nine o’clock—or whenever I can pry my eyes open to the point where I’m functional. Most times, I’ll open my laptop to check Facebook and surf the internet, or I’ll just lie in bed awake and read—that is, until I decide it’s finally time to change into something decent and wander downstairs to eat breakfast.

I know—rough life, right?

Now let me tell you what my ideal way to wake up on Sunday morning IS NOT: three hysterical teenage girls jumping on top of me, shaking me out of my slumber in a fit of giggles, but guess what—that’s exactly how it goes down the day after my big date.

It’s so loud in my room from all the shouting that I’m forced to cover my head with my blankets to block it out, which also serves to muffle my sudden cursing.

Huh, maybe I do take after Matthew after all…

I didn’t think it could possibly get any more irritating, but I’m proved wrong when Jenna full-on hops up onto my bed, yanks off my comforter, and begins bouncing up and down. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!” she chants.

“Oh my god.” I snap, “Why are you here?” I hurl my pillow at her but miss—by a long shot, I might add—then realize how counterproductive the move was.

Now I have no pillow.

“Get out of bed, slut, and tell us about your date,” my friend Maddie deadpans, unceremoniously taking my desk chair and pulling it out. She flips her long blonde bangs out of her eyes, straddles the chair backward, and sits. “We waited all night for you to get home, so you can’t kick us out.”

“Yeah, I can’t believe you didn’t at least text one of us from a bathroom,” Tasha chimes in, leveling me with an accusing stare. She takes a sip of her Starbucks chai latte—it’s written on the side of her cup—and perches herself at the foot of my queen-sized bed. “That’s girl code.”

“Actually, Tasha, girl code is not dating your friend’s ex-boyfriend…”

“Shut up, Maddie.”

As I lay there, freezing in nothing but boxer shorts and a tank top with my bedding completely ripped off, I look around at my three friends and groan. Jenna is now sitting by my head and peering down at me with a smirk on her face. She’s got on a full face of makeup, and yellow feather earrings wisp down to her shoulders. “We’re not leaving, so you might as well sit up and start talking.”

Everyone nods.

Jenna leans over so we’re eye to eye. “Did he kiss you?”

Tasha immediately scoffs. “Of course he kissed her! Have you seen that guy? He’s sex on a stick!”

This comment causes Maddie to raise her eyebrows and snort, loudly. “Sex on a stick? What the hell does that mean?”

“Oh my god, you guys, would you please stop? Just stop.” I rub my temples with my forefingers and close my eyes. I know how excited they were for this date, and I know they’re here because they love me, so I take a deep breath and let it out before saying, “It was really…a really… good date.” Hey, I don’t want to lay all my cards out on the table at once. Then they get all greedy.

Maddie rolls my desk chair closer to the bed and rests her arms on the back of the seat. “Where did he take you?”

“Do you guys mind if I get up and brush my teeth? I feel gross.” I try to sit up so I can put my legs over the edge of the bed, but Jenna pushes me back down.

“Stay. You’re a flight risk, and we’re not taking any chances. Now spill.”

“Jeez, at least let me sit up,” I huff.

“Wait! Everyone wait!” Tasha throws her hands in the air, crisscrossing them like a referee. “Ladies. We forgot to ask one of the most important details. The detail that sets the whole scene…” She is at the foot of the bed but stretches herself out, leaning toward me with the intensity of a lioness stalking her prey. “What…were…you…wearing?”

What is it with girls and wardrobe selections? Sheesh. I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back the smile threatening to escape. Before I can talk, Jenna interrupts, talking rapidly. “She wore that white peplum top with dark skinnies and those high espadrille wedges. She looked smokin’ hot. Okay, Molly. Go.” She points her finger at me to indicate I should continue, but then Maddie interrupts.

“Were you showing boob?” She reaches over, grabs Tasha’s latte, and takes a big sip, which earns her a loud, “Hey, give that back!”

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