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Her tastefully tanned legs were polished to such a shine, she’d checked her teeth in them earlier.
She didn’t need tape from Milan to hold up her tits. They were light and springy with nipples that reminded Piper of the bottom of an ice cream cone.
“Is this because I casually brought you up to my therapist? We didn’t go in depth or anything, I promise. Most of the time we just nap during my appointments.”
It was the most attention she’d gotten from him since almost slipping in puke.
She just wanted to exit the party as inconspicuously as possible and go have a good cry. After she popped a Xanax and posted an inspirational quote on her IG feed, of course.
Her friend answered on the first ring. “Oh my God, is it true you begged Adrian not to break up with you in front of Ansel Elgort?”
Where Piper was taller, Hannah had been called a shrimp growing up and never quite hit the middle school growth spurt.
Her vanity screeched like a pterodactyl.
“They must have sugar daddies in Westport, right?”
He’d been staring at her, so she’d done what she did best when a man seemed interested. She did a little stationary flossing.
“Brendan, please. Let me cringe to death in peace.”
I’m like a super-hot snail.”
With seemingly zero effort, he tossed it over his right shoulder and walked out, taking the smell of salt water and unapologetic maleness with him.
