Elara flicked a leaf off her hoodie, watching me with that knowing glint in her eyes.

“So, let me get this straight…” she started, shifting on the park bench. “You and Ryder have already fucked?”

I groaned. “Can you not say it like that?”

“Why?” She smirked. “Because it makes it sound exactly like what it is?”

I shot her a glare. “We just… got carried away.”

Elara laughed. “Carried away?” She mimicked air quotes. “Evie, babe, you two have been banging on countertops, couches—”

“Oh my God.”

“Beds?” she guessed, wiggling her brows. “Or nah?”

I whined, covering my face. “Why are we talking about this?”

“Because you need...