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Garrison was also happy they didn’t abandon me over his actions, but living with college friends feels different than living with the Calloway sisters. It’s starting to feel like a challenging game boss on a new console that I’ve never played before.
“Your roommates might warm up to him tonight. I have a theory that the worst first impressions can be the mark of a really great person,” Daisy says optimistically. “So hey, there’s hope yet.” She swigs a water. “Are you escaping the party with Garrison once he gets there?”
I frown, realizing everything is all messed up. “That wasn’t the initial plan.”
“Do you plan on ravishing each other to the bone?” Daisy teases with the wag of her brows.
My neck reddens. “Um…sort of.”
“Willow,” she gasps into a bigger smile. “What’s ‘sort of’ mean here?”
“I want to give him a blow job tonight—the first one I’ve ever given. And I’ve already been nervous about it.”
“Nervous about what?” Rose asks icily, and on the screen, I see Daisy looking off to the side, like her sister just entered the cottage.
“Hey, Daisy,” Lily greets.
Make that sisters. Plural.
I’m just glad they walked in and not my older brothers. After a few minutes of catch-up, Lily and Rose join Daisy on a couch with boxes of Thai take-out. They fit into the Skype box, so they’re visible and ready to take part in my awkward dilemma.
I’m in a closet.
Avoiding a flat party in my own flat.
And discussing blow jobs. “I already Googled how to give one, and it’s not a lot of help. They just talk about being confident. I’m more worried about the mechanics of a blow job. I want to be sure I’m not awkwardly going down on him or hurting him.”
“You don’t have to give him a blow job,” Daisy reminds me. “I don’t love giving them that much.”
Lily blushes a little as she says, “I think they’re fun.” Quieter, she adds, “It’s hot.” Her shoulders rise as she nods to herself.
“At times, definitely,” Rose agrees, popping open a container of what she said is Pad Kee Mao. “Other times, it’s a pain in the ass, and I avoid.”
“I want to try,” I say more confidently. “Just to see if I like it or not. Garrison won’t pressure me, one way or the other, he never has.”
“You should practice,” Rose coaches.
“With…like a banana?” I look around the closet for something phallic.
“Just wing it,” Daisy suggests.
Rose cringes at those words.
Daisy mock gasps and says dramatically, “The disgust.”
Lily laughs.
My heart does a weird nosedive. I miss them. Being around them. Living with them. Even if they’ve all moved into separate houses, they live on the same street from one another.
And Rose raises a hand to both of her sisters before scooting closer to the screen. “Willow, I was a lot like you.”
“You were?” Fearless, fierce Rose Calloway, who makes men shrivel and quake. I know her better than when I first moved to Philly. She’s not just a face on a Forbes magazine or the star of the short-lived Princesses of Philly to me. She’s complicated and complex, and so I’m not too shocked.
“Nervous about giving a Grade F blow job, yes.” Rose loves to succeed.
“What made you feel better?”
Rose takes a breath as she says, “Connor. He was patient and made me feel…” She rolls her eyes. “Like we were practicing together and that I had nothing to prove but everything to gain. So you don’t need to practice alone beforehand. You can practice with Garrison.”
Lily pops open a can of Fizz. “That’s good advice, Rose.”
“I know.”
We laugh.
Daisy nods. “See, even if it’s awkward, it’s awkward with someone who makes you feel comfortable, therefore the awkwardness is nullified, and all shall prevail.” She extends her arms theatrically.
“For…” I trail off, my thoughts dying as music grows ten octaves louder. Like my door has just opened…
I stiffen.
Oh no.
“What’s wrong?” Rose asks, straightening up.
“Willow?” Daisy and Lily say at the same time.
“I forgot to lock my door,” I whisper and strain my ears. Floorboards creak, accompanied by giggling. “I think someone’s in my room.”
“Kick those motherfuckers out,” Rose snaps, yellow-green eyes pierced like she’s two-seconds from crawling through my laptop screen and fighting them for me.
“What’s going on?”
Oh, shit.
That voice, that question—it’s coming from their end. I watch their heads swerve at the sound of Loren Hale.
My brother.
And he’s not alone. He stands behind the couch with Ryke Meadows. Both of my brothers bend over to peer at the Skype session.
“Willow?” Ryke’s face darkens. “What the fuck is happening?”
Daisy explains everything quickly. Thank you. I use the time to listen to the intruders. The music dies down, and I’m guessing they shut my door.
My pulse speeds.
Okay.
You can handle this, Willow. They’re just partiers. They probably don’t know that this room belongs to a semi-famous person. I’m on the periphery of fame.
