“I think it is, Miss Rhodes.”
She scrunches up her nose. “That’s an artery-clogger. An imposter. Did someone offer you that on a trip to the South?”
I shake my head. “I saw it on Instagram.”
“Do you actually get on there?” Lucy looks skeptical.
“I don’t have someone else do my posts, if that’s what you’re asking.”
She shrugs. “I guess I just can’t see you scrolling through your Instagram, reading about fried Oreos.”
“No?”
She shakes her head. “I’m kind of surprised you’re on social media much at all, although I guess I shouldn’t be.”
“When I was younger, people started making fake accounts. That’s how I started mine.”
“You like to appeal to your fans.”
She doesn’t say it in a derogatory way, but it makes me feel defensive.
I shrug. I’d like to tell her that I don’t, but isn’t that what I’ve spent the last two years doing? Playing “Prince Liam”?
“Don’t look so sad.” She claps my shoulder gently with her hand and smiles. “I know a lot of people who think social media is the bee’s knees.”
“But you don’t.”
“I think it’s a leash.” She shrugs. “I probably overdosed on it, though.”
And now, what’s going on has got to make her want to run the other fucking way.
“Stay off there,” I hear myself tell her. “Stay here with me. I’ll make you forget it.”
I don’t even realize until I’ve said the words how goddamned sexed up they sound. How low my voice has dropped. How hard I am.
I give her a cheesy wink and pray she doesn’t look down this time. When we part ways, agreeing to meet back in the hall in ten minutes, I hurry to my room, wondering how quickly I can jerk off.
*
Lucy
‘So how are things????’
‘I’m having more fun than I thought!!!!!’ The excessive exclamation points are my way of poking fun at her four question marks. For a professional writer, Amelia is not at all into grammar when she’s texting.
She responds with the flipping-the-bird symbol. Then I see the dots indicating that she’s typing.
‘So you haven’t told him.’
‘Not yet. I thought I’d spend some time around him first. Get to know him more. Before he sends me packing,’ I add, feeling heavy.
‘How long are you staying? Are there a lot of people there?’
I texted Amelia last night, but I didn’t give her any details.
‘Actually, no. It’s weird. No one is here. His cousin Heath is coming back tonight.’ I leave out the part about how Liam and I are spending the night on an island in the middle of a foggy loch. Nothing untoward is going on with us, but I’m not sure I can adequately convey that over text.
‘So it’s not one big, wild party?’
‘Nope. Just Liam here, and all the help.’
‘What’s he like?’ She adds a smilie with heart eyes. I smile back at it.
‘Honest answer?’
‘Yes, you hussy.’
‘He’s really sexy. I can see why people like him.’
‘Well that’s hardly a surprise, baby mama.’
‘Oh God, he’s going to flip when I tell him. How could he not?’
‘When are you going to?’
‘Tomorrow or the next day.’
‘What are you doing until then?’
‘Just exploring the castle and stuff.’
‘Is he a flirt?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Is he being super nice to you?’
‘He really is.’
‘I’m so glad. You deserve it, Lucy Su.’
‘Thanks Ammie Lu. I love you.’
‘Love you more. Update me, k?’
‘Okay. XOXOX’
I changed into my favorite red bikini before I started texting Am, so all I have to do now is pick a cover-up and put my hair in pigtails. I find it’s easier to lay out with them that way.
At the last minute, I decide to go ahead and smooth on some sunscreen, just in case anyone is around up there on the deck. I hate putting on lotion in front of other people. I’m kind of shy about my body, and something about it makes me feel exposed.
As I rub lotion on myself, I feel that flutter low in my belly that I remember from middle and high school. Liam’s across the hall—and I’m about to see him again!
Silly.
I smile at myself in the mirror.
Fun.
My smile disappears as I think of what he’ll say when I actually tell him. Will he feel betrayed that I spent time with him while I kept this secret? What if he somehow thinks I got knocked up on purpose? I can’t imagine that he would—I don’t need to dig for gold when I have my own gold, after all—but…still.
I step into the hallway feeling anxious and unhappy. A few seconds after I shut my door, Grey watching from his haunches, Liam’s door opens and he strides out wearing black basketball shorts and a white t-shirt with cut-off sleeves. My eyes sweep quickly up and down him, taking in his ankle-length black athletic socks and his gray Nikes—but mostly the shape of his muscular legs.
When my gaze reaches his face again, I find him smirking.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t say sorry, Luce. I like it when you check me out. It gives me time to check you out.” He reaches out and touches one of my pigtails. “I like these.” He smiles, cheeks rounding as it turns into a grin. “You look hot in pigtails.”
“Are you trying to charm me?”
“Is it working?” He lets go of my hair. “I mean it, though. It’s a good look.”
I fold my arms. “Thank you.”
Liam tugs gently on the shoulder of my plain white cover-up. “Have you gone shy, Lucille?”
I shrug. “Maybe.”
He gives me an apologetic smile. “I’ll leave you alone. C’mon, I’ll show you where we’re going.”
I’m quite as I follow him into a square nook off the hall and up another, narrower, wooden flight of stairs that leads first to a short-ceilinged, attic-like work-out space with glass walls, then up to a thick steel door Liam pushes through. He holds it for me, and I feel the wind whip as I step onto the deck.
“Whoa…” The place is gorgeous. Grassy, with a variety of small and medium-sized trees, and framed by a thick, gray-green stone wall that’s maybe four feet fall.
I slide my loaner sunglasses from my head onto my nose and follow Liam onto the plush, green grass. “This is crazy.”
“More yard than garden I guess.”
“God…” I throw my towel down and stretch out on it, looking at the pale blue sky through the lenses of my sunglasses. “Well, I’ll just be here.” I grin at him. “You have fun with that work out.”
He smiles. “Will do.” And then he’s gone—too soon. A few minutes later, a tall man with short black hair comes out the door, and I sit up. He’s carrying a tray with a lemon drop martini, a water bottle, and a bowl of grapes.
I stand so I can get it. “Thank you.” I take the drink out of habit, and the guy nods at something over my shoulder.
“You know there’s some chairs over there, with tables.”