Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

“SO, I WAS kind of thinking,” I say quietly as students make their way into
the women’s locker room. “I could cancel shopping with Megan and Chloe
and go shopping with you instead?”
Clay sits on the bench, pulling on her sneakers and tying the laces. Her
beautiful hair is flipped to one side as she leans over in her black leggings
and sports bra.
She doesn’t answer.
“Clay?” I press.
“Shopping?” she repeats, not meeting my eyes.
I tighten my ponytail, looking around for eavesdroppers. “Dress shopping
for prom?” I remind her. Did she even hear me?
She meets my eyes, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. “Oh,
um…”
What the hell is wrong with her? I sent her a proper sexy pic of me last
night, after the dumb one of me with my pasta, and she didn’t answer, and
she’s barely made eye contact since we walked into school for our morning
workout.
“Uh…” She swallows, standing up and avoiding my gaze. “I actually
already have my dress.”
She has a dress… Okay, so what does that mean? I stare at her, her body
language all wrong. What the hell happened between yesterday and today?
She can’t go shopping with me?
I fight to find my words, but she sees me staring and meets my eyes
briefly. “I mean, we said we’d keep this casual, right?” she says, letting out a