Page 106 of Revenge Puck

“Close enough.”

Juliette is still perched on the counter, watching with wide, horrified eyes, clutching her shirt to her bare chest as if my sister is going to burst through my door and catch us being naughty.

Sutton’s voice lowers to a whisper. “Are you still on your date?”

“Yes.” I grind my jaw so hard I can feel it in my temples.

“Oh! You are?” she squeals. “Yay! I want to FaceTime.”

“For what?”

“To meet her.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely not.”

Is she out of her goddamn mind?

My pulse is still jacked for reasons that havenothingto do with family bonding. Juliette is ten feet away, tits out, flushed from head to toe, watching me try not to commit fratricide over speakerphone.

“Jeez,” Sutton says. “You sound so pissed off.”

Because I am pissed off.

I rake a hand through my hair and count to five.

One. Two.

Three.

Four,five.This is my sister. I love her.

I would also like to strangle her for calling me at the worst possible moment of my life. I was minutes away from sinking into Juliette’s hot, wet pussy.

“You panic-dialed me into cardiac arrest because you wanted toFaceTime, and you have the freaking nerve to act like I’m the asshole here?”

Sutton scoffs. “You didn’t answer the first two calls.”

“Because I was—” I glance at Juliette. “Busy doing other things.”

Sutton gasps. “Were you making out?”

“Sure.” I roll my eyes, taping my fingers against the cold, granite countertop. “We’ll go withthat.” I close my eyes. “I’m hanging up.”

“You never let me meet anyone! You gatekeep your entire life, and Bailey didn’t count because she was awful.”

My phone buzzes in my hand.

Incoming FaceTime: Sutton

She’s officially lost her mind if she thinks I’m going to accept the video call.

From her spot on the counter, Juliette makes a strangled noise. “Is she FaceTiming you?”

“Yes.”

“Decline it!” she hisses.

“I am.”