Chapter 115

I try for a second look at the girl, catching her coming close enough to make her out clearly as they near the stairs up from the sand, off to the right of us.

She’s pretty in a small and dainty kind of way. Short, sleek, bobbed dark hair, green eyes, pouty lips, and a cute button nose. She looks more our age than Dex, yet she’s dressed up like a girl who plans to go clubbing. A dress not that different from mine in dark purple and strappy black sandals, yet she has more make-up on and glam accessories minus a cardi, so she seems more like a wilder party girl than me. She has a curvy figure, bigger boobs than mine, and seems like the kind of girl that pulls a guy just by walking past him. She’s annoyingly stunning, and I deflate a little inside with a spike of insecurity that I probably look like an awkward child playing dress up. She makes me feel like a potato.

Dane hauls me with him, past the kitchen and through the spacious, standard Florida beach house, with an open plan