Page 58 of P.S. I Loathe You


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“Okay, we definitely need to do something about that,” I say, drawing away from him. “Can’t have you starving.”

“We can eat later,” he all but whines.

I grin. “Love your enthusiasm, but you’re going to need some sustenance, babe. Trust me—I’ve got big plans.”

He rolls onto his back with a huff of resignation. “Fine, but can you bring sustenance here? I’m knackered.”

I let out a soft chuckle. “Fuck, you’re lazy on the weekends.” I don’t argue, however; the sooner we eat, the sooner we can do…other things. So, I simply bound out of bed and make my way downstairs, figuring some bananas and a juice box will tide us over for the time being.

“Argh! Oh my god!”

“What the fuck?” I let out an incredibly unmanly yelp at the sound of the unexpected yet somewhat familiar female voice. Glancing around, I quickly realise that Devon’s sister, Kira, is standing in the kitchen, her head turned away from me, her face screwed up, and her arm outstretched, no doubt attempting to block my junk from her view. I quickly grab the closest thing I can find—the fruit bowl sitting at the end of the kitchen island—and cover myself up.

“Hey, Devon!” I call up the stairs. “Can you toss down some joggers or something—your sister’s here.”

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