CHAPTER 25
VIOLET
Both of us had jobs to do, Dawson said. Well, it wasn’t easy to do mine when I could feel his eyes burning into me. Just in case I hadn’t noticed, Lucas helpfully gave me a nudge as we walked back to our trailers at lunchtime.
“Your man’s checking you out again.”
“He’s not my man.”
I’d filled Lucas in when he returned with the gin last night. Dawson had left the instant Lucas stepped in the door, citing an urgent need to go to the gym. Lucas had merely grinned and muttered something about thigh muscles before he proceeded to get me drunk. I’d spilled everything, both gin and secrets. Now I had a headache to go with the throbbing itch between my thighs, and things weren’t just awkward, they were… Was there a word for more awkward than awkward? Because this was it. Ube
