Page 37 of Missed Notes (Rixon High 5)

“Nothing happened,” I replied.

“Did he at least hold your hair while you puked your guts up?”

“Ew, Poppy,” Leigh chided.

“What? I think it’s romantic. He carried her into the hotel. Wouldn’t let Aaron near her.”

“I… nothing happened.”

“Oh, it did. It so did. I know you, Sofia Bennet.” Poppy poked my arm. “I know you better than anyone and you’re hiding something.”

“It’s not a big deal, okay?” I met her inquisitive gaze and sighed.

“Give me something, anything.” She pouted, batting her eyelashes at me in a way that told me she wasn’t going to give up.

“Ugh, fine. He showered me.”

“He… showered you. Like you fooled around in the shower?”

“No, like he stripped me to my underwear and carried me into the shower and then washed me.” Heat flooded my cheeks as I remembered how it had felt to be in his arms, the water cascading down on us.

“Was he naked?”

“No, he kept his jeans on.”

“Boring.” She grinned and I rolled my eyes.

She was insufferable.

“So, he washed you off, then what?”

“Then he gave me a t-shirt to sleep in and offered to sleep on the couch.”

“No, no, no. Tell me you didn’t make him sleep on the couch after he looked after you.”

“I didn’t.”

“Because you know, Sofe, that’s low even for—what?”

“I didn’t make him sleep on the couch.”

I probably should have. Because now things were even more confusing.

“Oh my God, you slept with Cole.”

“We didn’tsleeptogether, Pops, we just slept together.”

Her brows knitted. “No touching?”

“Definitely no touching.” Except when I’d felt him this morning. Hard and thick pressed up against my ass. There was no mistaking Cole’s morning wood. But that was simple biology, it didn’t mean anything.

“Kissing?”

“In case you forgot, I spent half of last night retching into the toilet bowl.”

“Good point. But surely there was something? Any sexual tension? A smoldering look or two?”

“Oh my God,” I spluttered. “What is wrong with you?”

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