I wish I could ignore my attraction to Jordan Mackenzie like he ignores me. It would make things so much easier, but I can’t. I haven’t been able to get Mack and his heated gaze out of my mind since Austen’s high school grad party.
It was an accident. I was drunk and horny, and Brittany and I had just broken up, but it wasn’t the fact he’d caught me masturbating that threw me off—it was the look in his eyes as he watched. It was the fact he made eye contact with me, and he didn’t look away. Not even when I finished.
It was late into the night, I’d had a lot of drinks and the room was dark, but I know what I saw.
Mack has made it abundantly clear that I am fucking delusional, though, and he hates me. Which only makes my stupid crush on the guy that much worse, because Ilikethat.
God, I am so fucked up. What kind of asshole likes to be degraded until they’re crying and coming at the same time? Me, that’s who.
I shove the anxiety down as Britt’s voice pulls my attention.
“You have everything?” she asks.
I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “Probably not.”
She offers me a soft smile, twirling her keys in her hand.
“I’ll j figure it out,” I say as I roll my suitcase after me and follow her to the car.
The drive to the airport isn’t long, but it seems like an eternity because I can’t stop thinking about Mack and t how hard it’s going to be to keep my distance with him so fucking close. I’m so lost in thought over it that I don’t realize we’re at the airport until Britt speaks.
“Have fun,” she says with a genuine smile. “Send me photos!”
I blink a few times, the drop off area coming into view, then get out and go around the car to lean into the driver’s side window, capturing her bright green gaze.
“Thanks, babe,” I say with a wink.
I lean in to kiss her, just a simple peck on her lips.
She gives me a sad smile. “Alex, we talked about this.”
“Sorry,” I say with a shrug. “Bad habit.”
Sometimes I forget we aren’t dating anymore because the comfort level has never changed between us.
I straighten my shoulders and say, “Won’t happen again.”
I grab my suitcase from her trunk as she gets out of the car.
“Promise me you’ll relax and have a good time.”
Relax in Vegas? That’s laughable.
I nod. “Promise.” I give her a smile, but it’s not genuine. I’m pretty good at faking it when I need to. “Thanks for the ride.”
“You know I’m always here if you need me.” She gets back into her car and leaves me standing alone on the sidewalk.
The whole way through checking in and TSA, I can’t help but feel like shit. I debate hitting up a bar to push this weird melancholy bullshit out of my system.
I hate being single, but I guess it’s a good thing to be single in Vegas, right? I hope so. I hope by tomorrow I’m so drunk I won’t be able to eventhinkabout Jordan Mackenzie and his hateful stare or his perfect fucking ass, even if he is in the same room.
I almost think I’ve got the wrong gate because I don’t see any of the guys, until I lay my sight on one large body. I’d recognize those broad shoulders anywhere, but even if I couldn’t, I’d know from his varsity hoodie.
Fuck me sideways. He looks so damn good.
“Mack,” I grunt his name as I take a seat. The row is open, but I opt for the seat three apart from him. I don’t trust myself to be too close. On this trip, Ihaveto be on my best behavior. I don’t want to make things awkward for Austen. I want this wedding to go off without a hitch. My brother deserves a wedding without any drama. Especially drama between me and his friend.
Jordan glares at me. His honey-brown eyes burn with a hatred that makes my entire body freeze and my cock twitch with anticipation.
