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“No?” I don’t think I know. Girl stuff is…girl stuff. It’s got nothing to do with me.

“Hornier than usual when I’m ovulating.”

Hornier than usual? This Goody Two-shoes gets horny? Usually?

Kota Rhodes just got a lot more interesting.

“And I…” Somehow her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re making me say this.”

“I’m not making you do anything.” Except come so hard you coated my hand.

I glance down at said hand, finding it still glistening. Mm, mm, mm. Wonder what my new stepsissy tastes like.

I probably shouldn’t lick my palm right now to find out.

My hand curls into a loose fist, protecting my palm from the air.

I said I probably shouldn’t right now. I didn’t say anything about later.

“There’s also more…”

Absolutely no fucking clue what she’s talking about, I silently watch Kota struggle through whatever she’s trying to tell me.

“You know,” she says again with the same expectant expression.

“No, I don’t,” I snap.

All at once she rushes out, “There’smoredischargeduringovulation.”

It’s fast but not fast enough to miss the grossest word in history, and I…gag. Discharge? What the fuck? That word shouldn’t be used outside of hospitals.

“Oh, grow up. If you’re going to live in a house with two women, you better get used to it.”

Ignoring her, I side-eye my loose fist.

“What does that mean? More—” I hold back another gag. “Discharge?”

“What do you think? It means I’m…wetter…than normal.”

Just wetter? So…still edible?

“Is that supposed to explain why you let a complete stranger finger you? Because that shit—”

“No! I thought you were my boyfriend!”

“Boyfriend?” I didn’t know she had one of those. Not that I care but… It would’ve been nice to know. I guess.

“Yeah. He was supposed to meet me here. I assumed you were him.”

“Obviously, I’m not,” I say, using her own snotty response.

She really has a boyfriend? She’s not just bullshittin’?

Of course she has a boyfriend. She’s gorgeous, freaky, and smart enough to get into an Ivy League.

Not smart enough to know I wasn’t her boyfriend though. Are we so similar she couldn’t tell the difference?

I feel like any girl of mine would know me from anyone else.