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“No.” The word came too quickly, and Jo groaned. “I don’t know. She’s not wrong. We weren’t just good together. We were amazing together.”

“Maybe that’s the first thing you need to work out.” Piper’s sad smile still rested on her face, and Jo wanted to have her Piper back. The one who understood her more than anyone else had before.

But she wasn’t Jo’s Piper. And honestly, Jo didn’t know if she wanted her to be. Even if she did have a chance with her, which of course she didn’t because she was Piper, of the freaking Bunny and Piper.ThePiper.

Jo blew out a heavy breath.

If Bea found out about the texts, she would go insane. She hadn’t liked Mandy even before she had hurt Jo.

“Want to watch something with me while I pretend I’m not having a slight meltdown over here?” Jo looked up at Piper.

“That’s what friends are for, right?”

Friends, right. The word lodged itself in Jo’s throat.

“I don’t have many friends,” Jo confessed as easily as she had with everything else that had come up in discussion with Piper.

Sure, they had made out, but Jo was just confusing a friendship for something more. She needed to have a serious conversation with her libido, because this kind of reaction wasn’t the one she should be having over a friend wrapping her lipsaround the neck of a non-alcoholic beer bottle and taking a deep drink of the amber liquid inside.

“Thanks for coming over.” Jo’s voice came out raspier than she would have liked.

“You’re welcome.” Piper looked up, her regular smile back in place.

“Now, what crap can we watch and mock?”

Piper laughed and wrapped those lips around that bottle again.

Yep, Jo definitely needed to give her libido a stern talking to. Thank God Piper had brought non-alcoholic beer.

ELEVEN

bunny

“We need to change the lyrics if we’re going to sing that.”

Bunny tensed at Bea’s voice. Ever since that kiss on the piano, Bunny had been on edge, and it seemed like nothing made a difference for Bea. She was cool, calm, and collected. Bunny however? She was on the hot mess express, and no matter what she did, she couldn’t get off. She’d tried. Nothing could get the feel of Bea under her fingers out of her mind.

“What?” Bunny snapped.

“We need to change the lyrics.”

Bunny wasn’t even sure what song Bea was referring to because she was so damn distracted by Bea’s scent, by the extra-low-cut blouse she was wearing that day, by the way she kept fidgeting with her hair and pushing it behind her ear, by the way her lips formed an almost permanent smile that she seemed determined to push down into a frown when it would be so much more natural for her—

“Bunny?” Bea asked, setting a hand on Bunny’s shoulder. “You still with me?”

Fuck.

“Uh, yeah.” Bunny cleared her throat. “You were saying we needed to change the lyrics.”

But to what fucking song?

Bea sighed heavily. “You said you wanted to change them, and I’ve seen different versions here and there since the original ones are so sexist and non-consensual, but these ones are just lacking.”

Bea pushed the paper with lyrics that Bunny had written up in front of Bunny’s face. Well, at least she knew which song Bea was referring to now. But that didn’t help the fact that she didn’t want to rewrite the lyrics again. And they weren’t bad.

“I think they should be gay.”

Bunny coughed. “Excuse me?”