Page 20 of Palm South University: Season 3

I clink my oversized glass to hers. “Atta girl! How was it?”

She flushes even harder. “Magical. His tongue is just… wow.”

“Ugh,” I groan. “I haven’t had attention down there in way too long.”

“Not since Bo?” Cassie asks, and we both fall silent at the mention of her name.

I stir the ice in my margarita, the same part of my heart aching at the loss of her. “Not since Bo.”

“Any new girls or guys catching your eye this semester?”

For some reason, Mr. Church’s smoldering smirk flashes into my mind at her question, but I shake it off. “Nope. Just focusing on my internship and getting myself stable for once.”

“I like that,” Cassie says with a smile, lifting her glass this time. “To getting our shit together.”

I laugh, tilting my glass toward her.

“I’ll drink to that.”