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SUNSCREEN

LUKE

The sun was relentless, bearing down on me as I lounged next to the pool, my beer bottle sweating in my hand. Josh was stretched out on the other chair, scrolling through his phone, while I tried to focus on stats running through my head from practice. Laura took Jess out for a pedicure and gave the boys a day to just be boys.

Sarah was holed up in the pool house, thankfully out of sight.

I should've known peace wouldn't last.

The door to the pool house creaked open, and out she came, strutting across the yard in a bikini that left almost nothing to the imagination.

"Hey, boys," she called, a syrupy tone in her voice that immediately set me on edge. "Mind if I join you?"

Josh shrugged without looking up. "Sure. It's a free country."

I didn't say anything, just tipped my beer back and swallowed hard.

Sarah eased herself onto one of the lounge chairs, stretching out like she was posing for a magazine. I didn't glance her way, didn't give her the satisfaction. If I could just keep the conversation locked on football, maybe she'd get bored and disappear. SUNSCREEN

to grab another beer from the cooler between us and frowned when he realized it was empty. "Damn, we're out. I'll go grab some more

brushing his hands on his shorts. I shot him a quick. look. "I'll come with

"Nah, I'll be

stride toward the house. Five minutes felt like an eternity

heavier the second he was gone. I stared at the pool, pretending she wasn't there, but it was impossible to

living next to each other. Your

my jaw and forced myself to respond. "It's

you?" she said, smirking like she

staring straight ahead. "It's Jess's house," I repeated, this time more firmly. "On her

the silence that followed was

better hurry the

beer, I'll go grab some from

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and respond. Shit. Just fucking great. I get to stay here

grabbing something from the side table. When she stood

with an infuriatingly sweet smile. "Mind putting sunscreen on my

"I, uh..." I rubbed the back of my neck, searching for the politest way to say hell no. "I-fucking hate sunscreen-the smell, everything. I don't want it on my hands. Sorry." Her smile faltered for just a second before

I 'couldn't sit there anymore. The tension was too much, and

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