Page 3 of Crash and Burn
“Don’t stress it. We’ve all had a lot going on. Tonight will be pretty chill,” she tells me.
“Will there be food? Or should I eat dinner before I come up,” I ask Minx.
“I got your dinner right here.” Rascal grabs his dick through his jeans.
“Aw, Romeo. That’s not enough for a meal. That’s a snack.”
The guys at the pool tables all erupt with laughter while Rascal stands there, tight-lipped. Minx is trying to suppress a giggle. The corner of my mouth tips into a sly smirk.
Minx clears her throat. “We’re ordering take-out.”
“Awesome! Let me go change into something comfier, and I’ll meet you up there.”
I steal one last glance at Rascal. He’s glaring at me. I wink at him, and he huffs out an angry breath, shaking his head. Giggling to myself, I turn and walk to my room.
