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She leaves, not bothering to check the kitchen before bolting out. Luckily, it’s empty. No one to witness the aftermath of the children of two sports legends doing... whatever the fuck we just did.
So fucking selfish.
CHAPTER 19
DANA
Connor Morgan finger-banged me.
There wasn’t a lot of time to stew in the rush to leave the house this morning, but once I saw him at brunch, it all came rushing back… and then I made it worse.
I sucked Connor Morgan’s dick, and he fingered mine.
Wait, no — that’s not right.
“Uh... hello?”
I glance up from my barely touched coffee at Courtney and Violet sitting across from me. “Huh?” I murmur.
“I’m sorry,” Courtney teases over the sound of the crowded mall food court. “Did we interrupt your daydream, your highness?”
“No. Sorry, guys. What’d you say?”
Violet scoffs playfully, her phone in her hands while she carries on the conversation. “Well, we certainly feel important today. Don’t we, Courtney?”
“Absolute treasures,” Courtney adds to the joke.
“I’m sorry!” I say. “I was up really late last night and Courtney got me drunk at brunch.”
Courtney gasps. “I did nothing of the sort!” She sips her drink. “A rumor like that could ruin my sterling reputation. Don’t worry, kiddo,” she adds as we laugh. “You’re eighteen. You’ll bounce right back.”
“So, what are we talking about?” I ask, taking a sip from more now lukewarm coffee.
“Oh, Violet here was just telling us all about how she went to this gathering at her little ballet school and ended up sneaking off with a boy in yellow lingerie for over ten minutes. Oh, wait...” She leans forward, Violet chuckling. “That was you.”
My cheeks darken. “You saw that?”
“Yes, I did.”
“Did anyone else see that?”
“Doubt it with so much youthful man-meat on display.” She snaps her fingers twice. “Spill.”
I swallow hard. “There’s nothing to spill. I thanked him for getting me home from the party last night, that’s all.”
“That’s all?”
That’s all I’m telling.
“Yes,” I say.
“Wait,” Violet says, her thumbs briefly pausing as she glances up from her phone. “Who was the boy in the yellow lingerie?”
Courtney cocks a brow. “Who do you think?”
Violet hums with understanding before jumping right back into her texts.
“Anyway,” I clear my throat, “are you excited for New York?” I ask Courtney.
