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Everyone hums in agreement.
She’s insane. They all are.
“That is not going to happen.”
“Sure it will!” Fiona says, clapping her hands. “You just need to break the seal.”
“Break…the seal?”
“The tension is killing you both,” Candice explains. “Same thing happened with me and Blake. You have to just”—she claps her hands—“get in there and get it done.”
“Mm-hmm,” Simone says with a nod. “Exactly.”
“What if he doesn’t even want to have sex with me?”
Simone rolls her eyes. “Girl, he pushed you up against a barn and ate you out. He wants to screw.”
Despite myself, excitement curls deep in my stomach. He’s not the only one who wants that. I’ve been on edge since the start of this competition. Each of his casual touches throughout the days has wound me up tight. And ever since we kissed again? I can hardly think of anything else.
But—“It’s a distraction. I need to focus on the competition.”
“Jen, sex will help with the competition,” Candice says with a gleam in her eyes. “It’ll work off some nerves. Look at what happened this week! You kissed him last Sunday and immediately started performing better.”
“Hmm.” I bunch my lips to the side. ”You’re not wrong.”
Simone grins. “Appealing to logic. Why didn’t I think of that?”
“I bet if you sleep with Fallon, you’ll win the whole damn competition,” Fiona says. “It’ll center you.”
“Either that, or it’ll distract me even more,” I counter.
“You won the croquembouche round, didn’t you?” Candice throws back. “That was after one kiss days prior. Imagine how good you’d be after full-on sex!”
Simone nods sagely. “It’s science, Jen.”
“I’m not convinced you actually know what science is.” I try to keep my face stern, but a smile twitches over my lips despite myself.
“But you have to tell us everything,” Candice says. “Or else we’ll disown you.”
I roll my eyes. “No you won’t.”
“Okay, true,” Fiona says. “But we’ll be sad.”
“Very, very sad,” Simone adds. “Devastated.”
“You’re all perverts, you know that?” I say with a huff, bringing my drink to my lips. “Every one of you.”
When Fallon and Nora get to Four Cups a couple of hours later, the sight of him makes me blush. His face is drawn, but it softens when he meets my gaze.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hey, you.”
“How was your talk?” I glance at Nora, who’s ordering a coffee at the counter.
“It was fine,” he says. “Wish she’d never met that asshole, but I’ve only got myself to blame.”
Hmm. What does that mean? “You want to talk about it?”
