Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“Weren’t you guys just at war with each other?” I ask, squinting at the screen. “I swear last week you said you wanted to cut his balls off.”
Her lips twist into a smirk. “He never gave me a reason to, turns out. And anyway, the balls are kind of the point.” She lowers her voice. “Do you remember when I told you about his whole testicular-stone thing?”
“Obviously,” I say, laughing. “You said Kent needed you to massage his balls because of “testicular stones.” For medical reasons, of course.”
“Yeah, well.” She makes a face. “Turns out there were never any stones. It was a ruse. My stepdad just wanted my hands on his nuts every night.”
I nearly snort coffee up my nose. “That’s so on-brand for you two.”
Mary Kate’s eyes go dreamy for a second, then she laughs and bites the tip of her tongue. “Worked though. The sex is insane, girlfriend. Like, off the charts bumping and grinding. I literally had to ice my bottom because Kent’s that big.”
“Mary Kate!” I protest, but I’m laughing, red flooding my face even though I’m the only one here.
She points at me through the camera, smirking. “Like you’re so innocent, Kayleigh. Didn’t you used to make fun of me for reading smutty fanfic in the back row?”
“Fanfic is different than whatever you’re doing because your life is real,” I tease. “Besides, I’m still a virgin. Unlike literally everyone else in the world.”
My buddy looks genuinely shocked. “That can’t be true. Are you seriously a virgin? But what about our virginity bet?”
“Andie won already, remember?” I say, and she groans.
“Oh god. Right, right.” She flops backward, feet drumming on the cupboard. “But still, when it comes to you, Kay … I mean, you’re really still a virgin?”
“Yes,” I say in an arch tone. “But I think Stella is too, despite seeing multiple guys at once.”
“I know,” Mary Kate squeals. “She gets more action than a hockey team combined.” She leans in, lowering her voice. “Rumor is, she’s about to break up with both her current guys and start a triad with the hot substitute TA from Gender Studies.”
I shake my head. “She told me she was never dating a TA again after that one guy lost his mind.”
“She lied,” Mary Kate says, and we both dissolve into giggles for a second. I love how easy it is, talking to her—no filters, no performance, just rapid-fire confession with the brakes cut.
Eventually, she leans her chin on her hands and gets serious. “But seriously, Kay. So tell me about this wedding. Did your stepbrother actually bring a porn star to the wedding?”
“Oh god,” I say, and pick at the frayed edge of my cutoff shorts. “Yes, at least well it seemed like it. And she looked exactly like that Cassie from Euphoria, only with even bigger tits and maybe less self-control.”
Mary Kate whistles. “Wow, wild. I mean, that character is something.”
“Yeah,” I say, half-joking. “And get this: my stepbro’s date was also named Cassie! She definitely had the boobs for it. And the dress was basically shrink-wrapped to her body. My mom almost passed out.”
Mary Kate’s eyebrows arch. “Your mom should be happy. At least Trevor’s dating age-appropriate for once. Weren’t his last two girlfriends teenage influencers?”
I shrug. “If you call being a paid ‘ambassador’ for Shein a career, then yes.”
She laughs again, then her face softens. “I still don’t get why you think you can’t compete. You’re way hotter than some Euphoria knock off. And you actually have a brain.”
I roll my eyes, but secretly, I love hearing it. My hands curl tighter around the coffee mug.
“It’s not about the looks,” I say, “it’s about… I don’t know. Experience. Or confidence. Or just not being totally invisible.”
MK gives me a side-eye. “Kayleigh, you were dating three hot guys last year, and they all wrote poems about you. You were like a real Juliet from Romeo and Juliet.”
“I only made out with two,” I mutter, cheeks going pink. “And both were too drunk to remember.”
Mary Kate gives a little huff. “Still, that’s something. Besides, it’s not like you want to sleep with anyone but Trevor, anyway.”
I nearly drop the mug. The words hang in the air, hot and dangerous, and I have no idea how to answer. For a long moment, neither of us says anything.
Mary Kate squints at the screen. “So I’m right, right? You want to hook up with your older stepbrother.”
My face is on fire. I set the mug down, forcing my voice low. “Yes. No. I don’t know. I mean, I saw them. Him and Cassie. In a side room, at the reception. They were—” I search for the word that doesn’t sound insane, but there isn’t one. “They were fucking against a wall.”
Mary Kate’s mouth drops open. “Really? And you watched?”
“Not on purpose,” I whisper. “I was trying to hide. But then I heard them, and there was this little gap in the door and…” I trail off.