The Third Best Thing (Fulton U, #3)

by Maya Hughes

“What was the spin move you did right there? Looks like you’ve spent a little time on the pole.” He said it jokingly, the way they all teased each other, but I wanted to tell him, to share another part of myself with him. He bent down to pick up some of the darts off the floor. “I do have experience.” He cocked his head to the side. “You know. With the pole.” His eyes widened. My tongue felt like it was in knots and I was flustered. “With pole dancing. Not with actual stripping or anything. I have a pole in my bedroom; it’s skinnier than this one, but that was what happened with the leap and then with the swing I did right there.” I gestured to the support pole. Berk stayed in his crouch like he’d been frozen solid and then he moved in a blur. He grabbed my hand and tugged me up the stairs, the darts long-forgotten and dropped to the floor. “We’re leaving. Eat without us,” he shouted to everyone standing in the kitchen, portioning out food onto their plates. His legs were a hell of a lot longer than mine, and unlike our jog at Kelland Estate, I could barely keep up. “Berk, where the hell are we going?”