Burning Up

“Where’s your head at Jess?” Beau had caught her staring again, and Jester kicked herself internally for being so painfully obvious. But how could she not stare. They’d been crammed into the mini-van for four days straight from their last travel break and the first thing Beau had done after securing them a room together while the others fought an epic battle of roc-pegasus-salamander to work out the remaining rooms, was dash up the stairs and call dibs on the shower. Now here they were, Beau with her hair down and slightly damp, dressed only in her boy shorts and sports bra basking under the shitty aircon on their shared bed.