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Chapter 25
BRITT
“So what’s the deal with you two?” Krysta asks quietly as the guys laugh and start turning the back of the van into sleeping quarters for all of us. “And why can’t we get a hotel room instead of parking in a camp ground?” she goes on, whispering that part even quieter.
I’ve already started a fire, and now I’m slowly building it up. It’s almost like the concept of comfort food. Camping, that is.
“I’m not really sure what is going on with Base and I,” I tell her honestly. “They don’t like to spend money on hotel rooms when they’re trying not to live above their means and have other expenses they find more important.”
“I could pay for a hotel room,” she argues. “And are you okay with no label?”
Carrying on two conversations at once, I answer, “Camping is more efficient. I don’t want a label. I’m not ready for that.”
Leaning back against one of the logs I’ve rolled over, I take a seat beside her.
“But you think you’re ready for sex?” she muses.
Women always bond over sex. I grin, since I assume she’s making an attempt to do that by bringing this conversation up.
“Yes. I also think he’s finally warmed to the idea of being my first.”
She studies me with an indecipherable expression. “Okay then.”
“What’re you two girls talking about?” Randy asks in a mock feminine voice as he walks toward us.
“Nothing,” Krysta says, at the same time I answer, “Sex.”
His smile grows, and Krysta snorts out a laugh. “I forgot how honest you are,” she tells me.
Randy shrugs before saying, “Well, buckle up. You’re about to see something done by no man before—”
“Just because you’re the only one in our group stupid enough to do this on the regular, doesn’t mean no one else isn’t just as stupid,” Base quips as he comes to drop beside me, stretching his legs out in front of him on the ground as his arm goes around my shoulders. “Nice fire, by the way,” he adds, grinning over at me.
“I camped a lot when I finally figured out the proper way to run away,” I explain, causing his grip to tighten.
Before I can examine his reaction, Randy says, “Brave enough. Not stupid.”
I’m curious about the details of this argument, since it’s one I’ve heard a variety of scenarios about on numerous occasions. Bravery versus stupidity, that is.
Krysta’s eyes flick to Base’s hand as he starts toying with some small pieces of my hair, and she gives me a smile before returning her attention to the others.
I relax against him, feeling comforted by the outdoors around us.
Randy starts tearing into a pack of fireworks, intriguing me, since there’s something brave he’s supposed to be attempting.
“Shooting fireworks is brave?” Krysta asks him.
“No,” Randy snorts. “Shooting fireworks is for pussies.”
I glance down at my pussy, then up at him. Clearly that’s the term he prefers to use, but I have no idea what it has to do with fireworks.
“Shooting fireworks is in no way affiliated with a vagina,” I decide to point out, causing Sticks to snort and turn around as Randy gives me a look...
“Are you by chance constipated?” I ask him.
“No…just confused,” he replies in a slow, drawn out way.
Base’s body shakes with silent laughter, and he buries his face against my neck like he’s hiding. But…that is very distracting, because his lips innocently brush the column of my throat and somehow still manage to set my body on fire.
