LAYLA’S POV
“Define outdoor s*x,” Johnny says immediately.
“It means not in a room,” Wendy answers smugly. “Outside, public, risky and sneaky.”
Johnny stares at his cup. “Brutal.”
Then he tips the drink back anyway. The second the liquid hits his throat, his entire face twists in agony.
“Oh, that’s disgusting,” he coughs. “Why is it chunky?”
Micro looks deeply pleased with himself. “You’re welcome.”
I feel bile rise in my throat just watching Johnny and I’m not even the one drinking. My hand is already trembling around my cup and the only coherent thought in my head is that my room is twenty steps away and I can still make it.
“Done that.” Rio waves a hand. “Not drinking.”
Kaz is next and he grins before lazily sliding an arm around Wendy’s waist. “Oh, absolutely not drinking.”
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