We Were Here: A New Adult Romance Prequel to Geoducks Are for Lovers (Modern Love Stories Book 1)

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Author: Daisy Prescott
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seats.
    “What?” I twisted my upper body to face her.
    “Moist.”
    Lizzy’s groan from the back seat echoed mine. Squeezed in the middle between Gil and Selah, she’d been riding the hump for the better part of the trip because she was the most petite. And the nicest.
    Gil snorted and opened one eye. “What is it with girls and that word?”
    Sleep-faker. I’d have to remember that.
    “It’s not only moist. There are a lot of words we don’t like,” I explained the crazy world of girls and words.
    “Such as?” He leaned forward. “Educate me.”
    Lizzy squirmed to lean her back against Selah. “Crutch, clutch, munch, crotch . . .”
    “It’s the uch sound that bothers you?” Gill furrowed his brows together until I could easily imagine him with a unibrow. It wasn’t his best look.
    “I’m fine with bunch.” Lizzy tucked a lock of her dark hair behind her ear. “And girls love brunch.”
    “I hate the word pantyhose.” Selah stuck out her tongue. “Or panty. And hanky.”
    “Crutch, munch, hanky, panty, clutch . . . crotch. This sounds like a Dr. Seuss book gone horribly wrong.” Quinn glanced at me with a sly smile. “You couldn’t make me clutch a moist crotch. I shan’t munch a panty, or pantyhose. No hanky or panky, not even with Glenn Close.”
    “Glenn Close?” I gave him a dubious look.
    “Rhymes with pantyhose. Plus, Fatal Attraction ruined me for all women.”
    “That’s it?” Selah leaned forward again, shifting Lizzy toward Gil.
    “Actually, it was Han Solo. Sitting in the movie theater with all my friends going wild for Princess Leia in her gold bikini, all I could think about was Han Solo. So gruff, so sarcastic.”
    “Makes complete sense.” Gil agreed. “If you were going to be gay in space, he’d be a much better choice than Starbuck in Battlestar Galactica .”
    After he came out to everyone, Quinn being gay didn’t feel like a big deal to any of us. Most of the time he and I had similar taste in guys.
    “How much longer until we get to Berkeley? I need to pee.” Selah had the smallest bladder ever. Or maybe it was the giant sixty-four ounce cup of Diet Coke she bought every time we made a stop.
    “I don’t know. You’re the one from Northern California.”
    Selah glanced out her window at the flat, gold fields in the evening sunlight. “At least four hours. Too long. Next exit please.”
    “Remind me what the plan is?” Gil stretched, and I stared.
    Quinn’s little hatchback didn’t have a lot of space. When a tall guy like Gil squeezed himself into the backseat, stretching became a contortion exercise. His long arms grabbed the back of Quinn’s seat. He rolled his neck side to side, his hair barely brushing his shoulders. There wasn’t room enough for him to stretch his legs, unless . . .
    He twisted and threw a leg over Lizzy and Selah, then the other one.
    “Listen, dude. If you’re going to lie across me with your stinky feet in my face, you could ask first.” Selah batted at his feet.
    To escape her assault, he stuck his feet out the opposite window. “Better?”
    “Barely. Don’t press on my bladder. Or I’ll ruin this Ford’s lovely upholstery.”
    We found a gas station with a dubious convenience store and even more questionable bathrooms—the kind requiring a key and located on the outside of the building near an overfilled dumpster. Never a good sign. When Selah opened the door and a strong odor of public urine hit us, Lizzy swore she could hold it for a couple more hours.
    “Don’t be a priss, Liz. Breathe through your mouth and hover.”
    Lizzy and I made eye contact. Our expressions mirrored fear and disgust.
    “I have an idea. Stay here and guard the door for Selah.” I slow jogged around the corner toward the store and found what I needed at the counter.
    Returning from my mission, I handed Lizzy the yellow container of Carmex. “Here.”
    “Soft lips are your biggest concern when we die from asphyxiation in there?” She
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