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She brought a hand to the side of Wil’s face. Wil told herself the cool hand against her hot skin was just more of Katie,notthe consummation of all of those times Wil had let Katie make her up—soft brushes packed with eyeshadow swirling on her skin, soft puffs of Katie’s breath as she blew away excess powder.
Confused longing and mascara.
“I liked that,” Katie said, pulling her hand away. “Did you?”
“Which part?” Wil’s voice had broken and husked out so completely, it embarrassed her. It sounded like the voice she used after a screaming orgasm.
Katie pushed herself away from Wil enough to tuck a knee underneath her, which brought her up closer, and her huge blue eyeswere looking right inside Wil. Seeing everything. “Which part?” Katie whispered. “Wil Greene. Whichpart.” She shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. Don’t deflect. Tell me what itfeltlike to kiss Mandi.” Katie put both her hands to the sides of her own face, then slid them back to gather her hair at her nape.
Wil reached over and turned the heater completely off, even though it wasn’t why they were both burning up.
Probably.
She cleared her throat and closed her eyes. Her voice came out in a rush. “It felt like she wanted me to be in charge, and like she wanted me but was surprised she did. Or confused that she did.”
“God,” Katie breathed. “Did anything else happen?”
“After the kiss?”
Katie nodded. In this moment, she didn’t resemble the serene, polished, charming Katie Price who’d been on that stage in Chicago, her necklaces softly clacking. Even in her leggings at the Christmas party, with no makeup, she’d maintained some of that polish.
It was a performance. Katie performed herself, performed her celebrity, for the people around her. ButthisKatie, Wil suspected, was only hers.
What a gratifying thought.
“She asked me for one more kiss before she left.”
“Did you?”
“Yes.” Wil had asked Mandi to initiate it, though. Wil had leaned against the cased opening in the living room low enough that she was nose to nose with Mandi, and they’d looked at each other for a long time before Mandi gave in. That kiss had felt like Mandi was… feeling herself. Letting the kiss find something for her. A lot of tongue. They both made a noise at the same time before it eased up and Mandi left.
“What was it like?” Katie pressed her finger into the top ofWil’s thigh, hard. She knew that spot was tender and that Wil didn’t like it. Pressing her finger there was how Katie used to boss-torture Wil into confessing things.
It hit a little different now.
“It was more,” Wil said.
“Does that happen a lot?” Katie was whispering, and the windows were fogging now that the heat was off, so the Bronco really did feel like a confessional.
“A lot more than I thought it would, but I wouldn’t say a lot.”
“Did you like watching it with me?” Katie raised both her eyebrows and pulled her legs into a crossed position. Her posture, her voice, seemed to defuse the tension, and it was a relief.
Wil, despite Katie teasing her about it, needed tothink.
Katie laughed. “Tell me later. I will tellyouthat I realized I had been imagining you watching me, or at least imagining that you knew,somehow,I was watching these videos, the whole time.”
Wil could’ve told her that she had been wondering if Katie had noticed her videos for the last year, but she didn’t, because she was only just now realizing this was true. “I think I would’ve noticed if Katie Price had left a heart on one of my kissing videos.”
Wil was glad for the cold air that was seeping in through the deteriorating seals of the Bronco’s doors. It reminded Wil it was December. Katie was here for Christmas, and then she’d go back to LA. This felt good, and could encourage them to keep in better touch, but Wil couldn’t let herself get confused.
“I didn’t use my Katie Price account. I have a secret handle. Can you guess it?” Katie bit her thumb and smiled around it. The vulnerable gesture made Wil understand that what she meant wasn’t so much that she hoped Wil had identified her from among all the comments on her videos as that she hoped Wil could stillseeher. The person she’d been when they knew each other. The person she still was.
It made Wil’s skin go tight everywhere on her body, her inner thighs aching all the way up. She thought about opening a window to get more cold air. “Give me a hint.”
“I took the handle from a social media name generator. One of the random letters and numbers ones.”
It should have been impossible for Wil to guess. There were thousands of accounts like that. Burner accounts. Ad accounts. Spam accounts. Bot accounts.