Half Wild, Half Yours
Tyler lay curled up on the bath mat like the fluffy little lifeguard he thought he was, supervising the situation.
“So,” Ellie said, drawing out the word as she adjusted her bun and reached for a chocolate truffle from the side table, “are you doing this for the clout or for a certain sexy, stage-hogging, guitar-thrusting someone?”
I laughed into my wineglass. “It’s not clout if it’s accidental. And he’s more of a mic-hogger, thank you very much.”
Ellie smirked, her mask pulling at the corners of her mouth. “So that’s a yes to the sexy someone?”
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