Oh my God. Mashing my genitals with? Holy shit, I love this bitch.
Quickly, though, I realize playing dumb or avoiding the question will get me nowhere. The quicker I give her something, the quicker I can feel the comfort of clothing once more.
“Noah and I… took a shower after the challenge,” I say before sidestepping Luna.
She’s quick to block me, though, forcing me to look at her as she shoves her purple hair out of her face.
“Aaaaaand?”
“Aaand we got clean?” I guess, as if that’s the answer she is hoping for.
She isn’t letting it fly, though.
Pants… you’re so close, yet so far away.
“Oh my fucking God, you’re worse than my sister. We fucked! Okay? Satisfied?” I demand.
An excited gleam enters her eyes as she rubs her hands together almost mischievously. “I won’t be satisfied until I have my own nasty playtime with one of the fine men stayingin this house, but for now I can be satiated with hearing all the details about yours.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen,” I say as I try to sidestep her.
She blocks me again.
Jesus, I’d settle for a string bikini at this point.
“What’s it going to take for you to let me get dressed?” I sigh.
She thinks for a minute. “Was he hung?”
I balk. “Oh my fucking God.”
I close my eyes, inhaling deeply before blowing out a breath. My gaze meets hers before I ensure that my towel is still properly tucked, then hold out my hands to give a size reference.
Luna shoots me an impressed smirk. “Alright, so it wasn’t padding I saw him working last night.”
A loud, sharp laugh escapes me as she begins chuckling and steps aside to let me to the door. My God. She’s fucking insane. And I think I kind of adore her.
Once I get dressed, I decide to wear a swimsuit with a cover-up skirt before Luna and I go in search of some food. The rest of the girls are either still getting cleaned up from the challenge or shamelessly throwing themselves at the guys. To be fair, Luna and I should be doing that too, but you know, priorities.
“I don’t even know her and I already can’t stand her,” Luna mutters as she flips her grilled cheese.
“Who?” I ask as I look up from my plate of chicken tenders and French fries. I found them in the deep freezer.
Luna’s eyes are practically staring a hole into Kiera as she tosses her hair over her shoulder and somehow manages to flirt with Mason, Dallas and Calvin simultaneously. Whatever she’s dishing out, those boys are lapping it up.
I shrug. “She’s just playing the game. No one is locked in yet. The smart thing to be doing is testing the waters with people. Flirting, seeing who would be a good match.”
Luna nods as she moves her sandwich to a plate and cuts it. “True… so what are we doing over here stuffing our faces then?”
I laugh. “I said it was the smart thing to do, not that I want to do it.”
Luna chuckles. “Fair, and you and Noah are basically locked in already. So that just leaves little ole me,” she sighs.
I roll my eyes. “Please, you had Dallas eating out of your palm last night.”
“True,” she replies as she takes a bite of her sandwich.
Somehow, even eating two pieces of grilled bread with cheese in the middle, she still looks like she belongs on the cover of a magazine. Luna is drop-dead gorgeous in a way that just oozes sex appeal. And she knows it too.
