Chapter Ten
Rian
“So you know all my s**t—what’s yours?” Luna asked as she pushed aside the basket of fried clams she’d devoured.
“I don’t have any,” I joked, popping my last fry into my mouth. “I’m an angel.”
“Come on. Give me something.” She leaned onto the small table we managed to snag at the bustling clam shack, arms crossed, and eyes sparkling from her makeup-less face.
“You’re gorgeous,” I said, grabbing my tonic.
“Quit skirting the topic and answer the damn question.”
“Seriously.” I sipped, taking in her flawless complexion, the freckles sprinkled over her nose. “I think you’re stunning without makeup.”
Luna rolled her eyes. “Come on. I’m not going to do anything stupid with your secrets like I did with Jordan’s. God knows I learned my lesson with that one.”
“Fine.” I expe
