Wes: You have company? Damn, that ruins the plans I had for us tonight.
Bailey: We had no plans. We will never have plans.
Wes: I have plans for us.
Bailey: You can enjoy those, alone.
Wes: No, my plans can’t be done alone.
Bailey: Then find another unwilling participant.
“Up for another?” Lily asks, grabbing my attention away from my phone. I switch it to silent and set it face down so my two nosy friends don’t catch sight of Wes’s name on the screen and decide to hit me with the third degree.
Or worse, because I wouldn’t put it past Lily to go over to his house, and spin some insane story that I need him to come bone me.
I’ve losttrack of how many shots in we are. We have music playing and are laughing while Lily shares more ridiculous stories. And there’s a lot of them. Sutton’s biggest addition is the fact that her dad and her best friend were having an affair and she caught them—while her mom was in the room.
She starts laughing over it once again, which is probably thanks to the alcohol. My confession sure is because I never share anything about my childhood, but I find myself sharing a small detail.
“Yeah, well mine was an abusive piece of shit.” I throw back another shot.
Lily looks between the two of us. “Am I the only one here with a normal dad?”
Sutton and I both shrug, answering at the same time, “Yup.”
We all burst out into laughter which is interrupted by a knock at the door.
I look between the two of them. “Did you guys order something?”
They both shake their heads. I stand up, swaying slightly because once I’m on my feet, the alcohol really seems to hit me. My head is spinning as I walk the short distance, that feels a lot longer right now, to my front door. When it opens, the lightheaded feeling I have fades into annoyance.
“What’re you doing here?” I demand, folding my arms, but quickly reach out to steady myself on the wall.
“I think you need to turn down the music. It’s getting a little loud.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snap at my giant neighbor. “You’re not allowed to complain about noise.”
He’s about to say something, but Lily appears like the little chaos fairy I swear she is. Her five-foot-one frame looks even shorter when we’re standing next to one another, and her blonde hair sways as she swings her head around me.
“Who ordered the stripper gram? Take it off!” she exclaims and I redirect my eyes, shooting daggers toward her instead of Wes.
“He’s not a stripper, he’s leaving,” I tell her, nudging her out of the way.
“Boo you’re no fun! I want to see someabs. Maybe a dick!” My face flames as she walks away, but then she calls out, “Oh I know! We can put on some porn.” And I go to slam the door in Wes’s face.
He stops it with his lightning quick reflexes, leaning forward with a smirk on his ruggedly handsome face. I hate that he’s attractive. I hate that he looks even better right now while my brain is foggy. Ireallyhate that right now I remember what it felt like to fuck him, and how my body is begging for it to happen again.
Bad. No desiring assholes.
“I assume I’m the asshole.”
Fuck, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.
“I figured you didn’t.”
Goddammit.
His smirk turns into what I think is his version of a smile. “When your friends leave and you still want to know about the plans I have for us, let me know.”
