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“Matt can compliment me if he wants to,” Bristol protests.

“Mattcan go—” I start.

“Ohmigod, are you jealous?” Amy interrupts.

My head rears. “Of what?”

“I saw how you were looking at her,” Amy says. “She’s barely old enough to drive.”

“I’ve been driving for two years,” Brie retorts.

“I’m not jealous,” I lie.

“Who’s jealous?” Blake asks.

“No one,” I say.

“Wyattlikesyour sister.” Amy crosses her arms over her chest, daring me to deny it.

“He doesn’tlikemy sister,” Blake scoffs. “She’s a kid.”

“I don’tlikeBristol,” I add.

Bristol looks beyond crushed.

“No.” I backtrack. “I like you, Brie, just not likethat.”

You are such a fucking liar!

Amy smiles, looking smug. “Not how he likes me.” She runs a hand over my bare chest and down to the waistband of my trunks, tucking her fingers in the top just below my belly button.

And I let her.

I’m officially an asshole. Lying to one girl while I lead the other on.

Bristol's gaze follows her hand down, stopping at my cock.

Don’t get hard. Don’t do it.

Her gaze bounces back up to meet mine, big green eyes filled with hurt and confusion.

Nothing like that to kill a potential boner.

“Blake is right,” Amy says. “You look like a little girl trying to play dress up. Your bikini top isn’t even filled all the way.” Amy pulls her hand from my waistband to pat Bristol on the head and laughs. “Don’t worry; maybe one day you'll catch up."

“Amy—” Blake starts.

“Oh snap, that’s harsh,” one of the teens interrupts.

Bristol looks up at me. “I hate you.”

Before anyone can say anything, she turns and races into the house.

I debate going after her but turn to Amy first. “Did you have to be such a fucking bitch, Ames?”

She shrugs, silencing her laughter a bit.

“You ever talk to her like that again, and our friendship is over. Got it?” I leave, then spin back around for one more parting shot. “And get it through your head. You and I will never be. Ever. No matter how often you get me a beer or push your tits against my chest. I’ve been there.” I gesture to her. “And I’ve done that. I’m not going back.”