Page 93 of Riding the Sugar High

Once I reach them, Primrose frugally looks my way, then, with a shy smile, turns around and sets her tripod on the ground. We’ve been sleeping in the same bed for the last three nights, and considering she got here ten days ago, my plans to keep a safe distance from her are, well...failing.

But she’s been sick, and we haven’t discussed what we did two nights ago. What she said afterwards, nor the fact that I told her she’d be my backpack.

“What’s happening?” I ask, focusing on Kyle.

“Uh, we’re doing a live.”

“Great,” I say flatly before cocking a brow at her. “Do you think you should be out here already? Wearing—that?” I say as I point at the blue, flowy dress that barely reaches the mid-point of her thigh. “You’ll get sick again.”

In fact, I’m surprised I didn’t catch her cold.

“I thought you weren’t going to tell me how I should dress,” she says with a pointed look. “And the people at Marisol are waiting, so I had to get back to work. I’m perfectly healthy, don’t worry.”

I’m notworried. I’m annoyed that she’s not taking care of herself, and, well...worried.

“Come on, kiss, and make peace,” Kyle says as he gestures for us to come closer.

My stomach drops. Why—whywould he say that in front of her? He promised he wouldn’t make comments—I made him swear, before telling him briefly and vaguely about what happened between us. “Shut up, Kyle,” I bark. “I’ve been looking for an excuse to punch you.”

I venture a look at Primrose, and though she’s definitely upset, it seems her anger is directed at me, glowering as she walks to some weird piece of equipment.

Kyle glares, then tilts his head toward Primrose.Come on, man, he mouths.

What did I do? Jesus, how am I messing it up now?

“Anyway,” Kyle continues. “We were wondering?—”

“You.Youwere wondering,” Primrose says, avoiding my gaze like the plague.

“Right.Iwas wondering if you’d like to join us on the live. Maybe introduce yourself and the farm.”

“No. I have actual work to do.”

Primrose moves past me, grabbing something from the bag she’s abandoned on the ground. “This is actual work, ass mouth.”

“That’s not...” I press my lips tight, watching her tilt the tripod. I didn’t mean to insult her, but I can see where I fucked up.

Great.

“Kyle, go grab the hose.”

“What hose?”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Thehose,” I insist, and with a small gasp, he nods, eyes widening.

“Oh, yeah. Thehose. I’ll...” He points toward the fields, then walks away, and once he’s at an appropriate distance, I focus on Primrose.

“So, hm...sorry about that. Kyle is...an idiot.”

“Kyleis an idiot?” she asks. I’m pretty sure the implication is thatI’man idiot. An idiot who should have kept his mouth shut instead of telling Kyle that I watched her climax between my arms and that I can’t think of anything else since.

“Look, Logan.”

Oh, no. Not ‘Look, Logan.’ I’ll never hear her moan again, will I?

“Whatever this—” she points her finger back and forth between us—“is, we have a week left to explore it. I understand it’s just fun. Casual.” Her eyes darken, her lips pulling down. “But I won’t be kept a secret, okay? I don’tcarehow much you want me inside the bedroom. If you’re freaking out because I told Kyle what happened, then?—”

“You told him?”

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