Dirty Little secrets
“Thanks, Mrs. S! We’ll be down in ten.”
Mom beamed, shut the door, and left us alone again.
I stared at the ceiling. “I’m never moving again. My legs are broken. You broke them with your tongue.”
Riley snorted. “You’re welcome.”
We dragged ourselves downstairs twenty minutes later, me in leggings and the world’s biggest lie (a smile), Riley still wearing my clothes like a trophy.
The second we hit the kitchen I froze.
There was a girl sitting at the island.
Not just any girl. A legit ten-out-of-ten girl. Long black hair, perfect skin, tiny waist, legs for days, wearing one of Jax’s hoodies like it was made for her. She was laughing at something Richard said, hand on his arm, all cozy.
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