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“The lost people get satiated too,” Luna muses.
“Precisely.” Jane types away, but takes time to adjust her purse again.
I approach. “Want me to hold your pumpkin?”
She’s confused. “My…? Oh,” she realizes. “Yes, that’s sweet. Merci beaucoup.” She hands me the purse.
I slip the gold chain strap on my shoulder. Pumpkin at my side. “Accentuates my ensemble,” I joke, gesturing to my plain fit today.
“Very glam,” Frog compliments me.
“What do you think, Luna?” I ask as a friend to a friend. Just friends here.Gotta remember that.
She skims me but mostly stays on my eyes. “I never saw you as a pumpkin kinda guy, but it could work.”
“Artichoke is more my style?” I watch Jane out of my peripheral. She’s on the move, and I casually spin towards her and everyone follows after me.
“Uh-uh,” Luna shakes her head. “Maybe a zucchini since it pairs well with your eggplant.”
My cock.
I grin. “Stop making so much sense. It’s…”Turning me on.Don’t fucking say that. I intake a tight breath, unsure of whether we’re making this harder for ourselves or easier.
Luna looks just as uncertain. Her smile flips upside-down. Pain knives my side, especially when she catches up to Jane and leaves me behind.
“You should know something,” Frog says very quietly, very seriously.
I stiffen. “About Luna?”
She nods. “I can’t break Luna’s trust in me—Iwon’t, so don’t ask me to tell you everything.”
“Why tell me anything at all then?”
“Because you’re my friend too.”
Never thought I’d be friends with another girl, to be honest. Probably should be more like a big brother and mentor to Frog, less so like a friend, but being the responsible bodyguard camp counselor might not always be in me, even if I want it to be.
Then Frog adds, “I really don’t want to see your heart get broken.”
It slams into me.
Luna’s seeing another guy already.
She’s been out at a club kissing someone else.
She’s secretly hooking up with O’Malley.
That last thought—makes no sense. But it douses me with gasoline and sets me on fire.
“Alright,” I breathe. “What is it?”
“At the Fanaticon Convention, she’s planning to meet up with another guy.”
My nose flares and stomach overturns. “Who?”
“I don’t know his name, but I call him Wonder Bread.”
“‘Cause he’s a basic white boy?”
