“Just don’t actually fuck her,” Layla said with a bit of her signature mischief tipping up her lips. “’Cause that would really defeat the purpose of the whole ‘I wanna wait’ deal.”
“Always such a help, Lay,” Brady commented.
She twirled, framing her face with both hands and batting her lashes at him. “I know, right?”
Brady snorted, and this time I thought it was for real.
Even so, this charade was going to drive us all bonkers—me first. I knew it, they all knew it. I did not do well with holding back my true thoughts.
Layla perhaps even less so.
What we really needed was telepathy or some shit, one of these nebulous “other powers” Jackie had teased us with and then not revealed. Of all the times for her not to elaborate on a damn thought.
But hey, if we were all, you know,immortals—and that was totally, wholly, and absolutely in-fucking-sane—then maybe we could do other things, like speak to each other through our minds. Crazier things had already happened.
Directing the thought outward while chuckling to myself at the absurdity of it, I glanced up—
Only to discover not just Griffin but all four of my best friends in the entire world gaping at me.
Hunt dropped his phone. It crashed to the asphalt of the parking lot. He didn’t even look at it.
Their astonished stares were locked on me.
“What?” I asked.
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It’s Groundhog Day!
Layla shook her head in what appeared to be astonishment. “‘What,’ she says.”
“Yeah,what? Why are you all looking at me like that?” I asked.
Her face puckered.
Despite my total awareness that we were almost certainly being monitored right now in some way or another, I couldn’t keep my eyes from widening to the proportions of cartoon flying saucers.
My mouth dropped open until Griffin subtly elbowed me. I jerked my jaw shut before glancing up at him. His grin was devilish, drawing me closer.
Layla’s shocked voice filtered into my mind as if it were my own inner dialog, but not quite. It sounded like her.
I whipped my head around to study her. I attempted experimentally.
Layla’s forehead scrunched into accordion lines with her mounting shock.
I asked.
Brady “said” in an uncharacteristically uncertain tone.
I said.
said Layla.
added Griffin.
As one, we glanced at Hunt.
