I took Aurora's bag of snacks as she settled down on the grass opposite me, her short orange hair catching the afternoon sun.
"That sounds. Healthy," I said, referencing her earlier comment about Belle.
"We came to an understanding. She's protective. I respect that. She knows I'm not trying to steal you or break up whatever arrangement you have with her and Naomi."
I raised an eyebrow. "What arrangement do you think we have?"
Aurora opened the bag of chips, selected one, and ate it slowly while staring directly at me. The way she held my gaze made my pulse quicken.
"The kind where you're sleeping with both of them. Where they're aware of each other. Where you're somehow making it work despite being eighteen and having the relationship experience of a golden retriever."
I fought back a laugh. "That's. Specific."
"Am I wrong?" she asked.
"No."
"Then we understand each other."
