she had said about taking drinks from people I didn’t know, I knew I had to tell him no. I clasped my hands together as the jitters set in, looking for the nearest exit. The kitchen was jammed packed and I felt him closing in on my personal space. “Well, that’s okay. I—”
“Relax. I won’t slip you anything, if that’s what you’re thinkin’.”
Could I really trust a guy I didn’t even know? He seemed really nice and against my better judgment, I allowed my shoulders to relax. “Okay. I was drinking Malibu earlier.”
“I think I know where some is.” He grabbed my hand and I felt my body flinch. I almost pulled away but reminded myself that he was just being friendly. It wasn’t worth it to panic or get overly excited. He snaked through the crowd of people and led me further into the kitchen.
Opening a few cabinets, he rummaged through them. The sleeve of his shirt raised, revealing a blue shield with a cross in the middle, followed the Greek letters of Sigma and Chi underneath. His muscles flexed and the letters rose, causing my fingers to roll against my leg as if I were playing the piano. I was eager to strum them against his skin, tracing the outline of his tattoo. I shook my head, trying to control the alcohol that was fighting to take over. I had to calm down; otherwise, I could end up in deep shit by the end of the night.
“Do you live here?”
“Huh?” He turned around. “Sorry, can’t hear you over the music.”
“I said do you live here?”
“Found it.” He pulled out that white, familiar bottle. “Yeah, this is our frat house.”
“Oh, I see.” I watched as he opened a two-liter bottle of Coke and poured some in a red plastic cup. Then he added a capful of Malibu and topped it off with ice.
“See. No drugs.” He handed me the cup and I took it from him.
“Thanks.”
“So, do you go to school here?” He leaned against the counter and I noted his tight jeans and cowboy boots. Cowboys had never really caught my attention, but this one was damn hot.
“Yes, I’m a senior.”
“Really?” His head retracted. “How come I’ve never seen you around?”
I shrugged. “I guess because I was one of those girls that focused on her school work.”
“Oh, I see. And what kind of girl are you now?”
Holding on to my lower lip, I contemplated how to respond. Brian was definitely hitting on me. “One that wants to have a good time.” My answer escaped from my mouth with ease.
His baby blue eyes lit up and my warning light came on. I ignored it, my curiosity getting the best of me. I was a free woman and I wasn’t doing anything wrong, right?
“Well, I can sure show you a good time.” He leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear, “If you’ll let me.”
Oh hell.
“Do you want to dance?” I took a sip of my drink and felt myself melting away with all that it promised.
“Sure.” He grabbed my hand and led us to the living room.
It was still crammed with sweaty people dancing, but I managed to spot Delaney dancing with Amber and Shelby. I dragged Brian to where they were and started gyrating my hips to the beat. He had a quirky bounce when he moved, but I didn’t mind. I was eager to have a good time and get to know him.
“Lexi!” Delaney shrieked as she threw her arm around me. “Selfie time.” She snapped a shot of us and continued taking pictures with everyone. I quickly reminded her not to post them on Facebook. She assured me that she wouldn’t.
“Where’s Luke?” I hadn’t thought to ask what she had told my brother.
Moving to the beat of the music, she shrugged. “He totally thinks I’m home with my parents.”
“I know he’s you’re brother, but what a dumb ass.” Shelby leaned between us and Delaney snapped another picture. “Like this girl would miss this party.”
“Leave Luke alone,” Delaney pouted. “He’s my dumb ass.”
I shook my head, feeling somewhat bad that I had asked Delaney to lie to my brother. It was my
“Relax. I won’t slip you anything, if that’s what you’re thinkin’.”
Could I really trust a guy I didn’t even know? He seemed really nice and against my better judgment, I allowed my shoulders to relax. “Okay. I was drinking Malibu earlier.”
“I think I know where some is.” He grabbed my hand and I felt my body flinch. I almost pulled away but reminded myself that he was just being friendly. It wasn’t worth it to panic or get overly excited. He snaked through the crowd of people and led me further into the kitchen.
Opening a few cabinets, he rummaged through them. The sleeve of his shirt raised, revealing a blue shield with a cross in the middle, followed the Greek letters of Sigma and Chi underneath. His muscles flexed and the letters rose, causing my fingers to roll against my leg as if I were playing the piano. I was eager to strum them against his skin, tracing the outline of his tattoo. I shook my head, trying to control the alcohol that was fighting to take over. I had to calm down; otherwise, I could end up in deep shit by the end of the night.
“Do you live here?”
“Huh?” He turned around. “Sorry, can’t hear you over the music.”
“I said do you live here?”
“Found it.” He pulled out that white, familiar bottle. “Yeah, this is our frat house.”
“Oh, I see.” I watched as he opened a two-liter bottle of Coke and poured some in a red plastic cup. Then he added a capful of Malibu and topped it off with ice.
“See. No drugs.” He handed me the cup and I took it from him.
“Thanks.”
“So, do you go to school here?” He leaned against the counter and I noted his tight jeans and cowboy boots. Cowboys had never really caught my attention, but this one was damn hot.
“Yes, I’m a senior.”
“Really?” His head retracted. “How come I’ve never seen you around?”
I shrugged. “I guess because I was one of those girls that focused on her school work.”
“Oh, I see. And what kind of girl are you now?”
Holding on to my lower lip, I contemplated how to respond. Brian was definitely hitting on me. “One that wants to have a good time.” My answer escaped from my mouth with ease.
His baby blue eyes lit up and my warning light came on. I ignored it, my curiosity getting the best of me. I was a free woman and I wasn’t doing anything wrong, right?
“Well, I can sure show you a good time.” He leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear, “If you’ll let me.”
Oh hell.
“Do you want to dance?” I took a sip of my drink and felt myself melting away with all that it promised.
“Sure.” He grabbed my hand and led us to the living room.
It was still crammed with sweaty people dancing, but I managed to spot Delaney dancing with Amber and Shelby. I dragged Brian to where they were and started gyrating my hips to the beat. He had a quirky bounce when he moved, but I didn’t mind. I was eager to have a good time and get to know him.
“Lexi!” Delaney shrieked as she threw her arm around me. “Selfie time.” She snapped a shot of us and continued taking pictures with everyone. I quickly reminded her not to post them on Facebook. She assured me that she wouldn’t.
“Where’s Luke?” I hadn’t thought to ask what she had told my brother.
Moving to the beat of the music, she shrugged. “He totally thinks I’m home with my parents.”
“I know he’s you’re brother, but what a dumb ass.” Shelby leaned between us and Delaney snapped another picture. “Like this girl would miss this party.”
“Leave Luke alone,” Delaney pouted. “He’s my dumb ass.”
I shook my head, feeling somewhat bad that I had asked Delaney to lie to my brother. It was my
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