I winced at the thought of my headstone saying I’d died from an out-of-control STD. Was that even possible? My hands subconsciously drifted to cover my junk. Ari’s mouth lifted at the corners. A relief settled over me. She wasn’t just Colt’s younger sister. I’d always thought of her as mine, too, and even though we liked to give each other a hard time, I knew she’d been crying and I hated it.
