"It was mortifying, Soph. You should have seen the arrogant look on her face when she saw me." Gretel continue ranting to her friend, wrapping her hair around her finger as she leaned back in one of her patio chairs later that day. She'd gone to check up on her after bolting from Matthew's house.
"I don't think I was ever attacked over a guy before. It sounds kind of hot." She took a big sip of her lemonade, nearly finishing it off in one go. " He's hot."
"Sophie," Gretel reprimanded her.
"What? He was, wasn't he? You have to help me out here. Last night was one big cyclone of blurred figures for me."
"Well yeah," Gretel scoffed, incredulous. "His friend was hot too but not as hot as he is, though. Not by a long shot." An array of dirty thoughts—or more so memories—infiltrated her scattered brain before she quickly shook them away. She muttered, "I still can't believe we had sex last night. He's like a...notorious man whore."
