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She slaps my hand away. “No.”
“Say it.”
“No!” she whisper-yells.
I jab her again, and she recoils. “Say it.”
“It’s mean,” she replies through tight lips. “No!”
I grab her arm. “I’ll snake bite you.”
She slaps me as another knock lands on the door.
I go for it. Fisting her forearm with both hands, I see her eyes go wide with fear, and I twist, watching her go kicking and screaming.
“Ow!”
We tussle, water flying everywhere, and she kicks and hits, her elbow almost landing right in my crotch.
“Stop it,” she sputters, but she breaks out in uncontrollable giggles, and I release her finally.
“You’re laughing,” I tell her.
“I’m not.” She sits up, righting herself.
My breathing calms, and my heartbeat slows again as she pushes stray hair out of her face but makes no move to leave the shower yet.
I lean back, both arms resting on the sides of the tub and her leaning against the wall, her legs up and her Vans hanging over the side of the tub.
“Why don’t you want to smile?” I ask her.
She doesn’t ask for anything—doesn’t seem to want anything. She acted like it didn’t hurt her yesterday when Kaleb excluded her.
I reach out, grazing my thumb over the skin between her eyebrows. “The wrinkles are always up here,” I tell her and then move my hand down to the corner of her mouth where her laugh lines should be. “But not here.”
She looks over at me. The water spills around us, and I spot drops streaming down her face and catching between her lips. Lips that are full and pink and look like gum, soft and chewable.
On reflex, I clench my teeth.
“Noah!” My father pounds on the door.
But I barely blink, unable to stop looking at her. Her wet legs, the water gliding down the sliver of chest visible, because of the lost button on my shirt…
Tiernan holds my eyes. “Noah’s not in here,” she calls out.
And I grin. Reaching out, I tickle her neck, and she tries to bite me before I pull away, laughing under my breath.
My father’s footsteps fall away, and I’m not sure if he believes Tiernan or not, but at least he’s backing off.
Hopefully, Remi is on her way, too. I used to feel bad about trying to get girls out of my house after we were done, but I can’t muster the effort to care.
It’s not Remi’s fault, though. I know that. She’s just a reminder of how cheaply my time is spent.
Tiernan digs behind her and brings up my beer bottle, which I lost at some point.
She raises her eyebrows at me.
“We’re going fishing,” I tell her. “It’s day-drinking day.”
