Page 3 of That One Night
Emery took it, raising an eyebrow. “Is this a to-do list?”
“It’s a fuck-you-Trenton list,” Maisie said proudly. “Handcrafted. Emotionally charged. And guaranteed to jumpstart your post-breakup glow-up.”
Emery glanced down at the blue-ink scrawl:
Go skinny dipping
Get a tattoo
Get drunk at least once
Stay up talking all night
Dance on a bar
Ride on the back of a motorcycle
Have sex with a man who isn’t your ex
“Maisie!” Emery blinked. “I’m not doing these. Especially not number seven.”
“Yes, you are.” Maisie refused to take the list back. “You’ll spend the whole summer meandering around the farm like a sad sack unless someone forces your hand. You need this. You need fun. Make some reckless decisions, you might even enjoy them.”
“I’m not sleeping with a stranger,” Emery said, though she couldn't quite stop the laugh from bubbling out.
Maisie rolled her eyes at her. “Okay. Because I’m such a generous friend,” she said, pulling a pen from her bag, “we’ll revise.” She struck through number seven and wrote beneath it:
Kiss a man who isn’t your ex.
