I stared at my reflection, glaring at the sparkles dried to my throat. Damn. Of course her disgusting lip gloss would come back to haunt me. I always hated her lip gloss.
No wonder he thought I’d made out with her. I didn’t. She was kissing on my neck and I pushed her away, too busy playing the game to pay her any mind. She was actually mad about it now that I think about it. Whining.
It wasn’t anything like what Phil was probably picturing in his head.
Rolling my eyes, I showered quick and headed across the hall to his room, pulling my pants on from last night and stealing one of the bigger shirts from Phil’s closet. While he swam in it, it was just a tad tight on me around my arms and shoulders. It’ll do. Better than smelling like weed next to Katarina—she’d snif
