Beach Town Bad Boy: A Briarwood High Novella Page 11

  I felt a weird ache in my chest. Homesickness at its worst, which was weird since I was in my actual home. But I missed Oliver. I missed that smile. “I can’t wait for next weekend.”

  “Me too,” he said. His voice was lower than ever and a shiver raced through me as it reverberated over the phone.

  Just like that the weirdness was back, although there was no reason for it. This was just Oliver. And I was just his best friend. Nothing had changed. I cleared my throat and shook off the silly sense of awkward. “While I was totally kidding about having you pay, I’m totally serious about staying at a hotel, if that’ll—”

  “No.” His refusal was quick and decisive. “I’ll find a way to make it work.”

  And he would. I had no doubts. Have I mentioned that my best friend was a genius?

  “Okay, cool,” I said, a rush of giddiness making me pace the room once more. We were going to have a sleepover! I couldn’t wait.

  But I’d have to.

  One week.

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