Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

sociological, political, and theistic values, in that order?”
She snatches up my lips, and I’m really glad her house isn’t far away. We
can still watch a movie or talk about theology, just in bed.
“Clayyyyy?” A voice booms in the distance.
I still, Liv stopping mid-kiss and hovering over my lips.
Was that…?
“What the hell?” I gasp.
My nerves fire, and I sit up straight, pulling my hands off her body.
Callum. I peek through the tree, seeing him saunter into the courtyard
with Milo, Amy, and a couple of his friends in tow.
“What are they doing here?” I whisper, scooting away on reflex with my
stomach twisting. “I got rid of that app.”
Shit. How did they find me?
Liv stares at me, but I don’t look at her. I can’t do this now. Not right
now.
She waits a few seconds, the option to just take her back in my arms and
own this hanging between us, but…
She rises. Scooting her chair back over to her side of the table, she takes
out her phone and taps away, and I don’t know what she’s doing, but I just sit
there, leaning back and see them head our way.
“Hey, baby,” Callum says, strolling over with a plate of key lime pie,
Amy carrying a soda.
I glare at her. Did they follow me or something?
Callum slides a chair over and takes a seat at our table, his posse hovering
behind him. He shifts his gaze to Liv. “Hey, baby.”
She scoffs under her breath like her patience with both of us is about
gone.
Callum grabs my fork. “Heard you were here without me,” he says. “And
here I thought you were with one of the Jaeger boys.” He looks from me to
her. “Team meeting, ladies?”
“Bored, Ames?” Liv fires back. “Money, sex, privilege, but you’re still so
bored, you gotta come all the way over here to look for entertainment, huh?”
I hold my glass, the icy condensation cooling my palm but not the rest of
me.
“All the way over here,” Liv taunts. “Because if I were Clay, I wouldn’t
want you.” She glances at me. “If I were Clay, I would find you pretty
pathetic, and that must piss you off.”