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Chapter 31
BRITT
“You put my napkin in my lap like I’m your child. Just admit you’re eating your words and turning into an all-the-time mom,” Allie is saying to Bella as I sit down at the brunch table.
Bella glares at her, as Tria and Rain just look on.
“Why couldn’t we have been these kinds of sisters?” Tria asks Rain, gesturing at Allie and Bella’s confusing staring contest.
“Because we both hated other women until we grew up,” Rain deadpans, her smile mimicking Allie’s when Bella finally blinks.
“It was one napkin,” Bella says like she’s ignoring everyone else.
“And you asked if I’d buckled up as you checked to pull out into traffic.”
“I’m a safe driver,” Bella informs her.
“And you buttered my toast yesterday morning when I stopped by.”
“Isa can’t eat toast yet, so that’s not even part of my mom arsenal,” Bella says in a tone that borders on exasperation.
“How long has this been going on?” Harley asks as she takes a seat beside me.
My phone vibrates with a text, and I start smiling the second I see Base’s name flash across the screen.
BASE: Sorry we rehearsed so late last night. We finally got it right though, and I’m all yours tonight.
BRITT: Will you finally teach me oral? Or should I call it a blowjob? Which word do you prefer?
“She’s smiling at her phone. Why is she smiling at her phone?” Rain asks.
Before I can answer, Harley starts choking as she leans over my phone, eyes wide.
“She’s sexting,” Harley hisses.
“No, I’m not,” I say, looking up and finding all the wide eyes on me. “I was just asking if Base would teach me oral tonight.”
Ash’s hand palms her face, as Bella sputters her water.
“Whaaaaaaat?” Rain chokes out like it’s a really long sentence crammed into one word.
“I’m referring to the act of giving him oral. I don’t need to learn the mechanics of how he does it to me.”
It’s really quiet when my phone vibrates with a new text, which makes the phone sound a lot louder than it is.
BASE: No word preference, but thanks for making it awkward to sit in a roomful of my bandmates.
ME: You didn’t answer the first question.
“What’d he say?” Brin asks as she leans over the table.
Again, a table full of eyes are on me.
“Begging a guy to teach you how to give a blowjob is sexting,” Harley assures me.
“Really?” I ask very seriously.
“Really,” they all answer.
