13
EVE
“Holy s**t, Eve,” Blaire said when I strode out of my bedroom.
“What?”
She gestured up and down. “You look totally bangable.”
“Is that even a word?”
“It is now,” Piper said. She slung her boots onto the floor and rose from the ottoman she’d been lounging in. She had on fitted bootcut jeans and a little crop top. “Are you trying to get f****d tonight?”
I ran my hands down the green dress I’d picked out. Honestly, I’d thought it was tame. I had much slinkier pieces. Sure, it had a V-cut and showed off my rack, but wasn’t that the point?
“I don’t think she’d mind one bit,” Blaire said with a smirk on her lips.
She was in a miniskirt-and-crop combo that was mostly athletic-inspired. But at least we’d gotten her out of leggings, an oversize T-shirt, and a baseball cap.
“Not aft
