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“I have no clue what that was supposed to mean.”
“She’s wondering why you keep looking at Ciaran likes he’s the moon in the sky,” Gracelyn supplied, rather unhelpfully.
That was so majorly off the mark, I almost snorted. “I do not look at him like that.”
Their expressions said they disagreed—even Selena quirked a brow. This was not the time for a conversation of this caliber, but I needed to convince myself as much as I did them that my interest in him wasn’t anything more than natural curiosity and a terrible case of insta-lust.
“Okay, I admit that if things were different, he’s someone I could see being another notch on my bedpost.” I shrugged.
In any other scenario this would have been a good excuse. They might’ve even believed it. Grace and Mel were all too aware of how I felt about sex and what I used it for.
I craved something I continuously failed to find, always searching for the sickest kind of high to fill the gaping void inside me. They knew exactly what that something was, and the filthy reasons I wanted it. Because of that, and as the two people who knew me the best, they also weren’t buying the bullshit I’d just tried to sell them.
I don’t know why I bothered. We’d been best friends since we could crawl, inseparable since our mothers stuck us in a baby pool together. There was very little I could slip past them without exerting a great deal of effort and implementing some superb acting skills.
“I know it’s more than that, but until we figure a way out of this mess, I’ll let it go… for now,” Mel said, shifting her eyes to Gracelyn.
Once we got out of here, it wouldn’t matter what I thought of him.
I would never have to see Ciaran or any of these other people again. I would’ve pointed this out, but she was already onto her next target.
“And I hope you don’t think you’re off the hook.”
Grace looked up from retying the string on her terry-cloth shorts, her expression puzzled. “Me?”
“Yes, you. And Kyrous.” Mel whispered his name.
Grace’s hazel eyes whirled in her head. “Do we not have anything better to worry about? Not to mention I’ve known him all of five minutes. He’s not even my type.”
As if he’d heard her, Kyrous glanced over his shoulder, but only for a brief second. She hadn’t lied, he really wasn’t her typical flavor. She liked the good, sweet, vanilla boys. I think they made her feel more normal.
From what I’d gathered thus far, Kyrous didn’t fit into that box, but we also didn’t know anything about him aside from a name and that he had an identical twin.
Giving him the benefit of the doubt, maybe beneath his cold and seemingly emotionless exterior was exactly what Grace was into. I knew his appearance wasn’t a problem. The twins were more than ‘pretty.’ They had jawlines that would make Adonis weep, eyes uniquely their own, and flawlessly tan skin beneath a few tattoos.
Kyrous specifically had a body that appeared to be just as in shape as Ciaran’s, if not a bit more ripped.
His hair was goldish brown with a fresh skintight fade while being left slightly long on the top. He wasn’t anything like Grace’s usual type. The way he kept looking at her, though, was as if he wanted to eat my girl alive. But, none of that mattered.
As she’d mentioned, there were much bigger issues at hand.
“So, where are you from?” Mel asked Selena, smoothly changing the subject.
“Nashville. How about ya’ll?”
“Piedmont,” Grace answered. “We needed a girls’ trip.”
“I wish that were the case for me. I was out here for my mama’s bachelorette getaway. I could’ve brought a friend, but they all know how much of a cunt my new ‘sister’ is.”
“Is that why you’re alone?” I asked.
She slid her hands into the back pockets of her jean shorts, nodding with a mischievous grin.
“Yeah, I may or may not have been booted from the festivities.”
“The joys of family drama,” I replied, laughing lightly.
“We can relate to that so hard,” Mel sighed.
Movement in an upper window pulled me away from the conversation. I let them get ahead and glanced up, trying to figure out what it could have been. A light cut on and then shut off. I searched the exterior, trying to figure out what the building was. An apartment complex, maybe?
“See something?” Grace asked quietly, slowing to walk beside me.
“Upper window. There’s—” I cut myself off, seeing a person pass in front of another window clear as day. They were wearing a dark hoodie and… was that a mask?
“Whoa,” Grace mumbled, grabbing hold of my arm.
“Whoa what?” Maverick questioned.
I darted a quick glance at the window again, but it had gone dark, no sign of anyone being up there. I waited for them to reappear, but nothing happened.
