Page 51 of Secret Puck
Adam’s in the living room. I call his name and motion for him, going to the kitchen where I can pour a couple shots just in case one, or both of us, needs it.
“Dude, what’s going on with your face?”
I rub absently at my face, which still stings. Since I can’t very well tell him my body is having some sort of physical reaction to kissing his sister, I avoid his question altogether.
“I need to talk to you about Ginny.”
I slide one of the shot glasses in front of him. He looks but doesn’t touch it. “What about her? Is she okay?”
“Yeah, she’s fine.”
Reagan picks this inopportune time to join us. “Hey, have either of you seen Ginny?”
I glance at her. “She’s—”
“Oh my god, Heath, what happened to your face.” Dakota appears next to Reagan and steps forward and inspects my face. “I think your body is rejecting whichever random bunny you were making out with.”
I swipe a hand over my mouth.
“Pink’s not really your color.” Adam laughs.
I grab a paper towel and wet it so I can wipe his sister’s lipstick off my face. It can’t be helping the situation. “I think I’m allergic to this shit. It stings.”
Reagan starts giggling, and within a few seconds, it’s full-blown hysterical laughter that has tears coming from her eyes.
“The lip plumper,” she manages to get out and that sets Dakota off.
“What the hell is going on?” Adam asks.
“I was kissing—”
My body is yanked to the right by Ginny as she pulls me away. “Sorry, I need to borrow him for flip cup.”
I hear Reagan say, “I must have given it to her again by accident.” And then Adam’s gruff voice asks, “What the fuck is lip plumper?”
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Ginny
I don’t stopuntil we’re in the corner of the deck outside, far away from my brother. “We can’t tell him.”
Heath’s rubbing at his lips. “Why not?”
“Because he’ll freak out and make a big deal out of it. And any chance of low-key and fun will go right out the window with it.”
“I don’t know. He was pretty cool about Liam asking to date you.”
“Liam asked to date me?” Ugh. I hate that they all feel like they need to ask permission. He’s not the boss of me.
Heath puts his hands in his pockets and nods.
“Just trust me on this. He might have said he was cool with it, but he’ll interfere somehow. We don’t need his okay.”
“I don’t relish the idea of going behind his back. We may not see eye to eye on everything, but we’re teammates.”
“I know and it isn’t forever, only until we decide if there’s anything even worth telling him.”
Heath raises a dark brow.
