Page 48 of Glamour & Gumballs

And I had to somehow manage to act like I wasn’t into him. Even though I was.

On top of surviving multiple more weeks on the island.

Yay.

I stayed away from the shelters until I was shivering badly, then finally headed back. I ran into Colt and Ian coming to look for me on my way back.

“You’re freezing,” Colt said, frowning.

“You talked to Chris and Kaden,” I said flatly, walking right past them.

Both men caught me without a problem. Their long legs made that easy.

“We did, and we all feel bad,” Ian admitted. “We’re not selling ourselves as good potential mates.”

“On that, we agree.”

“Here.” Colt draped his arm over my shoulder, but I ducked away as soon as its weight rested on me.

“Fuck off,” I snapped. “Feeling bad doesn’t give you the right to touch me.”

He lifted his hands as if in surrender.

Ian did the same, but added, “We just want to keep you warm.”

“I’m so used to shivering now, I don’t even want to be warm.”

It was obviously a lie, but the bitterness in my voice told them the truth.

“We’ll have to work on a better apology,” Colt said.

“I think you should all just fuck off the island so I can enjoy my life alone, actually,” I said as we approached the shelter.

Rhett and Kyle were both sitting by the fire, leaning against a large log. Rhett’s eyes narrowed when he saw me flanked by two men, and I wanted to smack the guy on the arm.

He was being too obvious.

“Good night,” I snapped, striding right past all four men and whoever else was around as I went to mine and Rhett’s usual spot in the shelter.

“Damn, she’s pissed,” one of the guys muttered. “Thought an apology would do it.”

Kyle snorted. “I think Erin appreciates action more than words.”

“When I tried to warm her up, it only pissed her off more,” Colt protested.

“Grabbing someone without their permission isn’t the good kind of action,” Kyle said.

“You did that with Molly at least a dozen times,” Colt pointed out.

“And I didn’t win, did I?”

Silence was their response.

“How do we make it up to her, then?”

“I don’t know. Let her call the shots or something,” Kyle said. “We turned her down the last time she asked for help, so I think we’re stuck waiting for her to ask again.”

Someone groaned.

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