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shirt. The one he never managed to get my blood out of. Yes, that’s my blood—that little rusty-looking stain right between his shoulder blades. I secretly love when he wears that shirt. It reminds me of that day he carried me over his shoulder, half-unconscious, all the way down the mountain. It was almost romantic. Well, no, it wasn’t really. Not after I threw up all down his back from the head injury.
Luke turns back to me, pulling me out of my reverie. “It’s perfect,” he announces. “You think she’ll let me stay there?”
It’s adorable how unsure he is about himself sometimes. “Of course,” I reply instantly. “You’re ‘Sam Langelier’. Who’s gonna tell you no?”
“Don’t call me that. You tell me no all the time. Even though you get paid to kiss my ass.” He tilts his head to the side, considering. “How does that work again?”
“Wrong. I get paid to save you from yourself.” I grab my clothes, giving him an enigmatic smile before I open my bedroom door. “I’m going to get ready. Try not to get in any trouble while I’m gone.”
“Hold up a sec.” Another smirk lights up his face. “I think I should be the one to break the news to Nate about our new relationship status.”
“What? No!” I whip around. “We don’t have to tell anyone about this, right? Right, Luke?”
In response, he takes out his phone and starts swiping and tapping at the screen. “Get over here, Andi. I wanna send him our very first couple selfie. That’s a thing, right?”
“Don’t you dare, Greyson!” I launch myself at him.
He easily avoids my lunge, laughing. “Kidding! I’m just kidding, Tiger. Go take your shower, I’ll behave myself. I swear.”
“Dick,” I mutter while Luke continues to chuckle. I start to stomp away.
“Oh, and Andi?”
“What?” I growl.
Luke slingshots the black thong I thought I was still holding along with my other clothes at me. I catch it with my face. Motherfu—ugh! I yank it off and glare at him.
He grins at me. “Wear something pretty.”
Yeah, I’m definitely going to drug his ass.
Chapter 7
I don’t have any low self-esteem issues. In fact, when I was little people used to tell me how beautiful I was—and I just ate it up. I would tell all my friends that they had to do what I said because I was prettier than them, and I would be rich and famous one day so they better be nice to me. My mom finally had to sit me down and lecture me about my attitude. She said something about how pretty is as pretty does, and how if you’re rotten inside it will eventually show through on the outside no matter how good looking you are. I asked if that’s what happened to Aunt Rosa, and all the other ugly people walking around. Then she told me I need to get my ego under control or someone’s gonna come along one day and slap the pretty off my face.
She knew what she was talking about. My mom was Miss Idaho back in her day. I inherited her wide mouth, thick wavy dark hair, and wide eyes so dark that they look like two solid circles of obsidian. Demon eyes, my mom used to say proudly. She was a little dark. The fair skin, dimples, and forehead frown, I got from my dad. I wish I got his height and metabolism, but whatever. I’m medium height, and my body’s definitely not perfect. Not like Megan and her thigh gap. I’ll wear a bikini, but I don’t want to stand next to someone like her while I’m doing it.
I guess I could start making an effort with my appearance. It wouldn’t kill me to start wearing makeup again. I wiggle into my jeans and pull on my black t-shirt, vowing to go shopping soon.
I heave a small sigh of relief when I find Ellen and Luke on the deck, chatting like old friends. Ellen is sitting on a wrought iron chair, smoking, while Luke is leaning against the railing, his forearms resting on the
Luke turns back to me, pulling me out of my reverie. “It’s perfect,” he announces. “You think she’ll let me stay there?”
It’s adorable how unsure he is about himself sometimes. “Of course,” I reply instantly. “You’re ‘Sam Langelier’. Who’s gonna tell you no?”
“Don’t call me that. You tell me no all the time. Even though you get paid to kiss my ass.” He tilts his head to the side, considering. “How does that work again?”
“Wrong. I get paid to save you from yourself.” I grab my clothes, giving him an enigmatic smile before I open my bedroom door. “I’m going to get ready. Try not to get in any trouble while I’m gone.”
“Hold up a sec.” Another smirk lights up his face. “I think I should be the one to break the news to Nate about our new relationship status.”
“What? No!” I whip around. “We don’t have to tell anyone about this, right? Right, Luke?”
In response, he takes out his phone and starts swiping and tapping at the screen. “Get over here, Andi. I wanna send him our very first couple selfie. That’s a thing, right?”
“Don’t you dare, Greyson!” I launch myself at him.
He easily avoids my lunge, laughing. “Kidding! I’m just kidding, Tiger. Go take your shower, I’ll behave myself. I swear.”
“Dick,” I mutter while Luke continues to chuckle. I start to stomp away.
“Oh, and Andi?”
“What?” I growl.
Luke slingshots the black thong I thought I was still holding along with my other clothes at me. I catch it with my face. Motherfu—ugh! I yank it off and glare at him.
He grins at me. “Wear something pretty.”
Yeah, I’m definitely going to drug his ass.
Chapter 7
I don’t have any low self-esteem issues. In fact, when I was little people used to tell me how beautiful I was—and I just ate it up. I would tell all my friends that they had to do what I said because I was prettier than them, and I would be rich and famous one day so they better be nice to me. My mom finally had to sit me down and lecture me about my attitude. She said something about how pretty is as pretty does, and how if you’re rotten inside it will eventually show through on the outside no matter how good looking you are. I asked if that’s what happened to Aunt Rosa, and all the other ugly people walking around. Then she told me I need to get my ego under control or someone’s gonna come along one day and slap the pretty off my face.
She knew what she was talking about. My mom was Miss Idaho back in her day. I inherited her wide mouth, thick wavy dark hair, and wide eyes so dark that they look like two solid circles of obsidian. Demon eyes, my mom used to say proudly. She was a little dark. The fair skin, dimples, and forehead frown, I got from my dad. I wish I got his height and metabolism, but whatever. I’m medium height, and my body’s definitely not perfect. Not like Megan and her thigh gap. I’ll wear a bikini, but I don’t want to stand next to someone like her while I’m doing it.
I guess I could start making an effort with my appearance. It wouldn’t kill me to start wearing makeup again. I wiggle into my jeans and pull on my black t-shirt, vowing to go shopping soon.
I heave a small sigh of relief when I find Ellen and Luke on the deck, chatting like old friends. Ellen is sitting on a wrought iron chair, smoking, while Luke is leaning against the railing, his forearms resting on the
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