My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet
Through my blurred vision, I caught Sandy and Luca exchanging words without a single sound, just the twitch of an eyebrow, the blink of an eye, the kind of silent understanding that made my stomach flip.
What the hell was going on? Before I could spit my anger into the air, Sandy lifted her phone, and the blinding flash detonated against my face.
“Smile, bitch.”
“What are you trying to do?” My voice wavered, equal parts fury and confusion, but before the question even landed, Luca’s arm locked around my waist. His smile was glossy, polished, like this was some red-carpet charade we’d been rehearsing for.
“Smile,” Sandy barked again. Her voice cracked like a whip, commanding, mocking. I met h