“I’ll pay you back,” I tell Connor. “I prefer favors.” Okay, that sounds sexual. When I think of favors, I picture blow jobs. My face immediately heats, and I try looking away but everyone is already staring at me. I’m doomed. “Lily!” I hear three voices in varying pitches chastise me. Lo puts an arm over my shoulder and I restrain myself from hiding in his bicep. I will not cower. I point to Connor accusingly. “He said it, not me!”
