Shoving the double doors open, I step inside the main hall, shouting, “Someone get the graduate a drink!”
I head straight for the bar, moving my hips and shoulders to the music filling the space, and I order myself a whiskey sour. Rowan settles next to me, leaning against the bar, and orders herself a glass of water. Just once, I wanna see that girl black out. I bet it would be fuckinghilarious.
“Where’s your girlfriend?” She asks with a nudge to my elbow.
“She’snotmy—”
This time, she picks up her cane and whacks me on the side of the head with the handle of it to cut me off. “Eric Alexander Davis, do not even finish that sentence. She is, and we all know it. You’re the only one who doesn’t seem to.”
“You’re the nosiest little thing I ever met, you know that?”
Flashing me a big, cheesy grin, she echoes herself. “I get that a lot, but Colt’s worse. Where is she?”
I lift my wrist, pulling back the cuff of my sleeve to check my watch. “Dunno,” I answer. “I sent a car for ‘em at seven.”
“And we’re not panicking about that?”
“Darlin’, when have you ever seen me panic about anything?” I laugh, taking a sip of my drink. She raises her eyebrows and pinches her lips together, looking away from me like she’s trying to hold in a damn laugh. “That doesn’t count! Anyone with a dick would’ve done the same.”
My best friend sidles up next to his wife, wrapping an arm around her waist while he takes a drink of his champagne. “What are we talking about?”
“The time that Davis accidentally told us all he was going commando,” Rowan answers with a chortle.
“Ugh, Jesus,” Colt cringes, because like I said, anyone with a dick. “Not the zipper incident.”
“Case in fuckin’ point.”
I clap my friend on the shoulder and pick up my drink, sucking the rest of it down while I dance through the crowd of people here to celebrate Emmett getting his big degree. By the time I hit the middle of the party, the warm blanket of feel-good that I’ve been waiting for throws itself on top of me. A server walks past me, carrying a tray filled with glasses of champagne, and I take one, swapping it out for my empty glass.
The bubbles in the champagne feel fucking fantastic fizzing against my tongue, and I can’t help but smile at the feeling while I dance. I could live like this for-fucking-ever, even if I had to wear a suit to do it.
Someone throws a few taps onto my shoulder, shouting up into my ear, “You look lost.”
I canfeelthe doofy fucking grin that spreads across my face before I turn around to see Sophia and her friend standing behind me, and everyone but my girl disappears. Sophia has on a dark green dress that hugs every part of her body, and a scooped up bit at the side gives the perfect view of her thigh.
So that’s why she wanted to know my favorite color.
Her hair is in those same big, fluffy curls that she came back from the salon with. Her eyes are rimmed with black, and her lips are painted with a dark red that looksincredibleon her. About a million different thoughts scramble themselves around in my brain while I stare at her, all of them trying to be the first to get out.
“Fuck me,” I breathe, brushing my fingers through her curls, “you’re beautiful.”
A slow smile sprawls across her face and she lifts herself up as high as she can to drape an arm around the back of my neck. I bend down to meet her, far enough that I can nuzzle into the crook of her neck and breathe her in. “Smell fuckin’ amazing, too,” I tell her before taking a bite of her skin.
“It’s the perfume you gave me,” she says. I pull away to get another look at her, and her hands trail over the fabric of my jacket. “You know, I would tell you how hot you look in this suit, but I worry about boosting your ego too much.”
“Oh it’s too late now, Sugar.” I drop down to kiss her, slipping my tongue past her lips, and she moans against my mouth.
Sophia’s hands cup my face, and I feel a series of hard taps at the side of my head that snap me out of my little mental bubble and back into reality to see that we’re surrounded by other people. Her friend – Ava, I think? - stands in front of me with her arms crossed, a big ol’ smile on her face. “It’s nice to finally be formally introduced totheEric,” she tells me. “I’ve heard some stories about you.”
“Hopefully only the fun ones,” I laugh with a wink. She’s taller than Sophia, but I still have to bend down to kiss her on the cheek. “You ladies drinking?”
“Yes!” Both of them shout it at me at the same time, like they have some sort of mind meld shit going on.
I drape one arm over Sophia’s shoulders and the other over Ava’s, and I guide the two of them to the bar to order their drinks. Ava chooses a bordeaux, which makes sense for her, based on the stories I’ve heard. Sophia goes with an appletini, which makes sense for her, too.
With their drinks in hand, I reach into my pocket to pull out a purple pill, pressed with a little smiley face on it. I offer it to Sophia, and she takes it from my hand, using her bright-ass green cocktail to swallow it down. I bring my mouth to her neck, drawing my tongue over her soft skinwhile my hand settles on her hip and he body presses into mine.
“Just so you know,” her friend tells me, “if you ever hurt her, I will personally cut your dick off, taxidermy it, and mount it on my living room wall like a trophy.”
