Presley was tucked under Cruz’s shoulder, her arm wrapped around his waist, laughing at the way he was hoping Paris would find a way to get Ramona to piss off when she heard her name being squealed loudly.
She ripped herself out of Cruz’s grip and raced to Sloane and Halima and fell into their group hug. “Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re here.”
“This place is incredible!” Sloane looked around excitedly. She leaned sideways, “hey Cruz, looking massive as always.”
“Sloane,” he shook his head at her comment, “you and I need to have words about sending my ex here.”
“I’m sorry she’s stressing Presley out. I’m not sorry she’s pissing you off though. You’re an ass.”
Halima snorted, “yeah. A ginormous ass.”
“We’re together now,” Cruz motioned between himself and Presley, “you should be nice.”
