Page 119 of Scandalous

She laughs harder. “Fine. Get out of here, Rory.”

I smile, nodding.

It’s the midday shift, so I don’t need an escort home. I take my time walking the streets. I look around, taking everyone in.

I smile when I see two men holding hands and chatting. It reminds me of Liam and Drake.

If they can love so freely, so can I.

It doesn’t take me too long to get home. When I walk through the door, Holland is waiting there with a mimosa.

“I know you have to pack and get to the airport, but I wanted to celebrate the last day of school with you.” She holds it out to me.

I take it, clinking my glass with hers.

“Cheers. To being seniors. Only one more year and then freedom!” she yells.

I laugh as I drink down my glass.

“All right, now I need to pack. Want to help me?” I ask.

She gives me a dumb look. “Of course. That was a stupid question.”

As we head into my bedroom, Holland asks, “Have you told them you’re coming yet?”

I shake my head. “I want to surprise them. My flight leaves at five our time and arrives at eight in the morning their time, so I figured I can call Ezra in the morning and have him come get me.”

“You think he will be up?” She moves to my closet, grabbing my suitcase.

I move to my dresser, grabbing the clothes I need to pack.

“Honestly? Probably not, but I want to see him first. I know how the others feel about me. He’s the hardest to read. If he reacts negatively, I’ll know to cut my trip short.”

Holland starts to refold and pack the clothes I’ve laid out. “That’s a little manipulative, isn’t it?”

“Is it? I mean, I don’t want to manipulate him. I just want to be sure he truly is happy with this arrangement. I know he will show up to the airport no matter what. I need to know if he’s going to be happy to see me or not. I won’t know until he’s in front of me. I don’t want the other guys around because I think they will overshadow him in a race to get to me.”

She shrugs. “What would I know anyway? My vagina is dryer than the Sahara Desert. You’re the one getting flooded every chance you get.”

I turn, smacking her on the shoulder. “That’s a disgusting way of putting it.”

“Uh-huh. That’s why you’re blushing. You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” she teases.

“I mean, I may have found a few new kinks I never realized I had.”

Holland screeches. “You have to tell me everything. I’m your best friend. Please. I’m begging you.”

I laugh. “I like keeping that private, but I will tell you this. Words can work in mysterious ways. I never thought I’d enjoy being talked to the way I’ve been talked to, but it’s seriously a turn-on. I highly suggest you explore your own kinks. Find someone and try it out. It’ll surprise you.”

“You lucky bitch. You get to live out every girl’s fantasy of fucking four guys who actually want you to fuck the other guys. You are living the dream.” She sighs dramatically.

“I’m sure this is what every girl dreams of as a kid. Getting railed by a group of men.”

Holland snorts. “You haven’t seen some of the pornos I have. I think that’s exactly what some women dream about.”

I shake my head. “Hurry up. I need to leave soon, and I want to make a few posts.”

“Of course, my liege,” she jokes, finishing up putting my clothes in my bag.

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