Addicted After All (Addicted, #5)

by Krista Ritchie

“He came on your face,” Rose says bluntly. Back to this. I join in. “And you didn’t even tell us.” Poppy adds, “It’s obviously an embarrassing moment for her.” Rose adjusts her handbag on her arm. “And if she told me when it happened, I would’ve bought her jewelry and a ‘fuck you’ dress.” Daisy smiles. “What do those look like?” Rose waves a finger at her. “No, no, you’re not going to distract me. I need more details than Connor.” Daisy scrunches her nose. “That’s not possible. He was there.” My eyes bug at all of this. I’ve encountered some pretty awkward moments in my life, but nothing like this. “Did you like it?” I ask the least important question, probably. I’m just curious if that’s a fantasy she’d repeat again. “No,” Daisy says softly, actually starting to open up. Her arms like jelly, flopping by her sides. The liquor has just loosened her joints like a limp…thing. I cough on my churro. Rose pats my back with a stiff hand. “I told you not to eat that.” I smash the churro into her chest since the dessert is obviously not nice to me. Disgruntled, she tosses it on the sidewalk. Poppy gapes, “Rose, you shouldn’t litter.” Our oldest sister leaves our side to pick up the churro and find a trashcan.

Jeeez