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“I’d still rather have Logan and the real thing, but it’s a nice addition to our—”

“Fuck fest? Told you you’d have fun with it.”

“I was going to say lovemaking.” Skye still blushes often, but she’s holding her own more and more. I love the new confidence with which my sister carries herself.

“Yes,” she continues, “but back to your issue. What are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know. All my insults and efforts to stay away from him are not doing anything. He just comes back at me harder. Double entendre intentional. If it weren’t for that stupid bet, I’d be all over him. I’m afraid I’ve fallen in lust with him.”

Skye bites her lip, which tells me she’s thinking. She smiles a devious smile and it’s all kinds of wrong on her usually angelic face. Logan is doing her good. In more ways than I think she realizes.

“What?” I ask, eager to know what she’s thinking.

“What are the exact terms of this bet?”

“Whoever gives in first and asks, A.K.A. begs the other for a kiss or anything sexual wins.”

“And what exactly do you win?”

My face blushes at this. “Head. Or sex.”

“Come again?”

“Whoever loses has to give the other head—oral sex—cunnilingus, blowjob, or have sex.”

“Okay, okay, I get it. That is the weirdest bet ever. You have to ask for sex to win sex?”

“Yep. That’s all him. He came up with this.”

“You know, River, two can play this game. He’s obviously attracted to you. You can use it in your favor. I think it’s time for you to be the cat instead of the mouse.”

I look at Skye and I can’t believe I haven’t thought of this before. “Turn the table on him? Make him run for a change? I love it!”

“Time to put on your big girl panties, River.”

“Fuck the panties! I’m going commando.”

“Does that mean you’re actually flashing him?” Skye asks me, concern in her voice.

“I’m going Basic Instinct on his ass.”

“Oh shit. What have I done?”

“I love you, sis. Always have. But Skye 2.0 is so much cooler than original Skye. Logan is good for you.”