Chapter 60

“I’m just saying, you could have asked yesterday morning,” Zara grumbled. It was a good-natured grumble, but April rolled her eyes anyway.

“You know that wouldn’t have been fair,” she said. “Not with you there. It needs to be a conversation between him and me.”

“He watched us slurp his cum out of each other, I don’t see how he would have an issue with us kissing and stuff without him there,” Zara said, turning and gesturing a little comedically with a fistful of thongs before she shoved them into her luggage.

“That fact and us doing stuff without him are unrelated and you know it,” April said, then flopped back onto Zara’s bed. Thankfully her parents were both at work, so they had the house to themselves and could talk freely. The fact that Zara’s trip was over and she was flying back to Vegas was sad, but April really did need some alone time with Ollie to get things sorted out. So while she wasn’t happy to be driving her best friend to the airport, not knowing when they’d see each other again, she was also a little jittery because her visit had been a lot.

Zara seemed to read that April was brewing on something and she stopped stuffing her bags and climbed up on the bed, swinging her long leg over April and sitting down on her stomach, making her let out an ‘oof!’ and then both of them laughing. It could have been construed as a sexual position, but it wasn’t. Zara took April’s hands and held them in hers as she looked down at her friend. “Thank you for sharing him with me,” she said earnestly. “Honestly, I never would have ... Well, he’s not exactly my type if history is any measure of things, but my type hasn’t gotten me anywhere good. Or a single fucking orgasm. He’s what I needed and I didn’t know it, but you did. And you took one hell of a risk with everything, including us. So, before I absolutely die from having fucking ... emotions and feelings, which is gross as fuck, thank you.”