Page 82 of Hotter in the Hamptons

“What are you doing?” Aly asked.

Wordlessly, Lola arranged herself so that Aly could keep going down on her while she did the same.

“Fuck,” came Aly’s muffled voice from between Lola’s legs.

Don’t come, Lola told herself while she licked deeper into Aly.Don’t come don’t come don’t come don’t come.

Aly’s thighs tightened around Lola’s head.Okay, she thought.Maybe now I can come.

They both did.

Just in time to hear the front door open. And then a scream.

“Lola, what the absolute fuck?”

Aly and Lola flew to opposite sides of the couch, scrambling for their pants.

Ryan stood in the doorway, horror painted plainly on his face.

“This is what you missed dinner for? So y’all could sixty-nine onGiancarlo’s twenty-thousand-dollar sofa?”

Dinner?

Then it hit her.

Dinner. With Ryan and Emmett.

“Oh my god, Ryan,” she started to say, but he cut her off.

The words were tumbling out of his mouth faster and faster. “You are out of control. This entire summer, you’ve been so selfish. You’ve been binge-drinking depression wine, you haven’t done anything to salvage your career, you’ve been entirely absent from my life, and you’ve just been here using me and my house and my access.”

“Jesus,” Aly said.

Ryan ignored her. “It’s always about you. It’s always the Lola show.”

“I don’twantit to be,” Lola cried. “You know that!”

“Idoknow that. Why else would you bury your head, actually literally I guess, in a new lesbian-chic relationship instead of dealing with your own fucking shit!”

The truth slapped Lola right in the face.

It was exactly what she didn’t want to deal with, stated so plainly by Ryan, who always had known her best. And he was right. Because Lola was so sick of herself, sick enough she was willing to get totally lost in a relationship so she wouldn’t have to face her own thoughts. But she couldn’t say that. Not with Aly here.

“Ouch,” she said quietly.

Ryan wasn’t done yelling at her. “Oh, poor me. I’m Lola. I didn’t mean to say it. I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t mean to sleep with the woman who ruined my life. But, like, youdid. And you’re an adult. You have to take accountability.”

“I should go,” Aly said, starting to stand up.

“No, no, by all means,” Ryan said. “Stay at my client’s house andjizz on his white sofa. Really. I don’t care at all.”

Aly sat back down, as though stunned by his crudeness.

“Ryan, I’m sorry I missed dinner,” Lola said, trying to keep her voice from breaking. “I was so freaked out about losing Aly that I just totally spaced.”

“And what’s your excuse for every day leading up to now?” he shot back. “First we hate her, then we love her, then we hate her, then we love her. Meanwhile, I’ve been here all summer, onmysummer trip, waiting for you to come back down to earth. At a certain point, the problem isyou.”

Lola did start to cry then.

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