Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
WILLA
Group text with Chloe, Sutton, and Willa
Chloe:
A little birdie told me you and Lincoln were looking awfully cozy at the Strawberry Festival. Mentioned something about how you’d probably go straight home and tear through all those lube samples…
Willa:
Gee. I wonder who that horny old birdie could be.
Sutton:
Did *everyone* come home with a year’s supply of lube? I thought it was just Atlas.
Willa:
That woman was passing out those packets like she was Oprah.
Chloe:
Have you cracked into your stash? What’s your favorite flavor?
Willa:
We…talk about our sex lives now? That’s weird.
Chloe:
Um, hello? I got to know you at a party where tentacle peen was the guest of honor, and you think this is weird?
Willa:
It kind of is.
Chloe:
It is not! Sutton and I dish all the time. It’s how I know Atlas bought a Ghostface mask and hid in their bathroom to scare her. And then fuck her. Honestly, a true king.
Sutton:
I swear, smut is the key to kink exploration. Especially if you can get him to read them too.
Willa:
Lincoln doesn’t need any encouragement in that department. Holly’s his smut dealer.
Chloe:
Mine too.
Sutton:
Same tbh. The woman knows her stuff.
Willa:
Isn’t that…awkward? Considering you’re exploring all that with her sons?
Chloe:
Not as awkward as when she told me which book made her figure out she was into light bondage.
Willa:
WHAT
Sutton:
Oh yeah. That was a few months ago at brunch. Mabel nearly choked on her mimosa. And you know how hard it is to surprise that filthy pervert.
Chloe:
Speaking of spilling dirty secrets while inebriated before noon… Who’s up for brunch next weekend?
Sutton:
I’m in
Willa:
I can’t. I’ll be at the market every weekend for the foreseeable future.
Chloe:
Then a weekday. Or weeknight. Or early morning breakfast. Literally any time of day. We just need you to spill wtf has been going on between you and Lincoln.
Willa:
Um…let me get back to you. I’m just so busy at the farm.
Sutton:
Don’t think we don’t know when someone’s avoiding a group session.
Chloe:
Seriously. Did you forget who you’re talking to? I’m the queen of avoidance. I have a crown and everything.
Willa:
I really am busy at the farm!
Sutton:
Uh huh.
Chloe:
Guess we’ll have to pounce when you least expect it.
Willa:
Can’t wait.