“I don’t know where the fuck we are. I swear to God I saw a python!” Shane adds in excitedly.
“What?” I ask.
Luna rolls her eyes. “Don’t listen to the drama queen over here. It was a vine.”
“With fangs?” he throws back.
She sighs, and he laughs.
“I promised her I’d make some late-night snacks. You in?” Shane offers.
I smile and nod. “You know I’ll never turn down a snack.”
I crawl out of the hot tub and wrap a towel around myself, then Shane and Luna lead the way. Water’s still pouring off me, but that’s what drip-drying involves, right?
When we make it inside, Savannah and Noah are loved up on the couch. As soon as their eyes meet ours, though, Savannah practically drags Noah out of the room. He cranes his neck tokeep his eyes on me, and honestly, I can’t imagine what for. Didn’t he get enough of me for the night?
Shane shakes his head in Noah’s direction before sliding into the kitchen. “What will it be, ladies?”
Luna smiles. “Surprise us!”
He gives her a quick wink before rifling through the fridge and pulling out ingredients. Luna and I each take a seat at the kitchen island, then lean our heads together and whisper.
“How did tonight go?” I ask.
She gives me a deliriously happy smile. “Dude, so good. I swear, all we do is laugh when we’re together. When we aren’t screwing each other’s brains out.”
Ah, yes. The perfect combination.
“I feel like I’ve known him forever. We’re just like, best friends.” She grins.
“Um, rude,” I retort with a faux-angry eye roll.
She pushes my shoulder with hers. “Shut up, bitch,” she replies, a little louder. “You know you’re always gonna be my girl.”
“I don’t know, seems like I’m getting replaced. If you hate me, just say so,” I tease.
Luna laughs, then shakes her head. “Whatever. You know there’s no getting rid of me now. We’re only a few hours from each other out in the real world. You know what that means?” Luna asks.
“Enlighten me.”
“It means girls’ night, once a week minimum. We can stuff our faces with street tacos and drink Cadillac margaritas until we can’t walk.” Luna smirks mischievously.
I laugh. “Sounds great, but how will we get home?”
“I volunteer to shoulder that great burden,” Shane says, raising the spatula in his hand to the air. “I mean, you’re saying Iget to throw two beautiful women over my shoulders and take them home? What a hardship.” He smirks.
We laugh at him, and I let out a soft sigh as Luna looks back to me.
“What about you and Landon? You guys are giving off the energy that you don’t want to maim one another now, or at least not as much.”
“A little less,” I agree. “We’ve found some… mutual ground,” I say cryptically.
You know, like how we mutually enjoyed dry-humping the shit out of each other in the hot tub. Wait, if it’s in a hot tub, is that still considered dry-humping? There was nothing dry about that water or me, let me tell you.
“That’s good. It’s one step closer to hate-fucking.”
I laugh. “What is it with you and hate-fucking?”
