3
Ryan always had the worst timing. It was like his own super power.
“You should come hang out,” he said, leaning against my doorframe. “Pool day. Everyone’s coming over.”
I blinked at him, still half-asleep in bed. “Everyone?”
“Just the guys. Maybe Sam. I don’t know. Chill vibes. I’m making burgers.”
I stretched. “What time?”
“Like now? Get your ass outside. It’s sunny.”
He left before I could argue.
I lay there for a second, staring at the ceiling. My body was still sore. Not in a bad way. In a used way. Even though Jake hadn’t actually… finished things, my body hadn’t stopped reacting since he dropped to his knees in the kitchen. I’d dreamt about him and woke up sticky and needy and a little pissed off.
I got up, yanked open my bikini drawer, and stared at my options. The sensi
