Four
Joanna
“W
here have you been?” Monica asked as I reclined over the lounger next to hers.
After I’d left Jenner’s room, I’d hurried up to mine, seeing a text from Monica that said the girls had gone to the pool, and I’d quickly changed into my bikini and rushed downstairs.
I pushed my sunglasses even higher on my face and rolled my head toward my best friend. “I’ve been … busy.”
“Take your glasses off.”
“Why?”
She sat up on her elbows. “Take. Them. Off.”
I lowered the metal frames to the end of my nose, feeling the heat from her gaze as she diagnosed me. Her stare narrowed, dipping to my neck and back up to my forehead.
She gently slapped my arm. “You just got laid, didn’t you?”
I couldn’t stop my smile from spreading. “No.”
“Liar.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. She knew
