Page 35 of Just a Little Prick

“I told you not to fuck with her!”

Lora scrambled with the throw blanket and said, “Kenzie!”

She stopped shouting, her glare turning on Lora. “You lied about the note!”

“Yes, I did.” Lora stood up next to me. She took a deep breath. “I’m really sorry. We were trying to—”

Kenzie gasped. “The other night. At the bakery. Were you—”

I looked to Lora. Her cheeks were red.

Slowly, she nodded.

“Yeah.” I nodded, too. “I almost froze my dick off in your fridge.”

“I don’t want to hear about your dick, Bradley.”

“Okay, well.” I shrugged. “Just trying to lighten the mood. Sorry.”

Kenzie scoffed, shaking her head. “You two are unbelievable.”

“Kenzie.” Lora took a step forward. “I’m sorry, I just—it’s nothing serious, okay? We’re just having some fun.”

Kenzie stomped closer to us. She snatched her phone off the coffee table, then stepped back. She pointed to me. “You, I’d expect this from.”

“I know, I—”

“But not you.” She pointed at Lora.

Lora held out a hand. “Kenzie, I—”

“I don’t want to hear it. Okay? I gotta go.” Kenzie shook her head and turned away, storming out of the apartment.

The door slammed shut behind her.

Chapter Fourteen

Lora

My brain ached.

The cause of it was the chiming of my alarm. No—it was the hangover, for sure. The alcohol was kicking my ass, and I had to go to work on top of it.

I rolled over and reached for my phone. Fourteen texts and five missed calls. From Chris.

Real mature Lora

And if you’re trying to make me jealous then…

I wasn’t going to put myself through this. I shook my head and deleted the text thread. Last night had been a series of bad decisions, and I had to keep them from happening again.

I blocked Chris’s number, and deleted him as a contact in my phone. That would keep me from drunk texting him again.

I sat up slowly and let out a sigh. My head was throbbing and my stomach twisted as I moved. I had to get up and get moving.

But my bed was so warm.

And Bradley was in it.

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