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Heath grimaces. “No, thanks.”

“Party pooper,” Cecelia says.

“More fun for us,” Elliot says, leaning back in his seat.

Which only seems to piss off Heath even further.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take Heath’s place. IfSisiis going, I’m going,” Apollo says, winking.

Cecelia scowls. “Stop calling me that.”

Apollo laughs, as though he enjoys pissing off his family.

“God, I hope you hired a good chef, Kai,” Milo says, licking his lips. “Let’s see if he can top me.”

“Ego, much?” Blaine muses.

“Oh no, his sushi is the best there is, trust me,” Kai says.

“FOOD’S HERE!” Mom’s sudden shout makes everyone sit up in their seats.

“Fuck, Lana,” Kai says, dragging her back down into her seat. “Be a little more … subtle. Please.”

“What?” Lana scoffs. “I’m hungry.”

“You don’t want to see how she eats when she gets mad, trust me,” Silas’s dad says.

And everyone begins to laugh.

Ivy

1 week later

“You can open your eyes now.”

Heath removes his hands from my face, and when I blink, my heart nearly jumps out of my chest. A brand-new, gleaming red Corvette is standing right in front of me with a giant pink ribbon on top of the hood.

“Surprise!” Heath, Max, and Silas all say simultaneously.

“This is for me?” I mutter in disbelief.

Heath sports a smirk. “You betchya.”

“Thank you,” I say, not knowing what else to say as I’m still stunned. “You keep lavishing me with gifts. It’s gonna make me feel guilty.”

“Don’t be.” Max places his hand on my shoulder. “Your bike has gotten you far, but you deserve something that doesn’t make you work out like you’re trying to get in shape for the Olympics.”

“Silas pinches my waist. “Maybe then you’ll finally be less of a twig.”

“Ha-ha.” I put my hands against my waist. “What a generous compliment.”

“Don’t mention it,” Silas says as he slides his whole hand across my belly, creeping underneath my crop top. “Now let’s go get us some burgers as juicy as these tits.”

“Wow,” I say, but I still laugh. “Your filth never ceases to amaze me.”

His hand snakes its way up my crop top, all the way to my neck. “Good.” He squeezes while whispering. “Keep it that way.” His tongue darts out to lick the rim of my earlobe. “Now who’s ready for a ride?”

“Wait, we can take it for a spin right away?” I mutter, completely distracted.