“I’m not an asshole about it,” I grunted out.
“Never said you were, bro.” Callum slid me a look, his brows arched. “Just saying you sleep around and yet you still blush sometimes.”
“Adorable,” Lorelei said, her focus on the sky and not me. We walked fast to the bar right across the street. Lorelei froze and sucked in a breath. “Okay, this was a dumb idea. Why did I let Mack convince me this was a good plan? My stomach is in shambles.”
“We hate Eric, right?” Callum said.
“Yes. I felt bold after talking to Mack, but now I’m nervous. It’s trivial to make him regret breaking up with me. Like, how would this work?”
“Oh, I have an idea,” Callum purred. He put an arm around her shoulders andnope.Not him. If she needed someone to dothiswith, I wanted it to be me.
“Let go of her,” I blurted out, ignoring how my ears turned red. “I’ll do it.”
Callum’s smile grew, and his eyes beamed with victory…like he knew what he was doing.
Lorelei looked up at me, her eyes swirling with mystery. “Do what?”
“Make him regret hurting you.”
CHAPTERSEVEN
Lorelei
Athrill went through me at Luca’s words. Swallowing hard, I tried to read his face, his jaw set in determination. I imagined, for a hot second, that his bedroom faceandgame face were the same. Strong, set eyebrows, tense muscles, mouth slightly parted.Mm.
Focus.
“You, Luca grumpy Monroe, want to helpme?”
“Yes.” His eyes flashed with victory.
“Why?”
“Yeah, great q.” Callum stared at his roommate, his lips almost curling up into a smile.
Luca rocked back on his heels, his gaze never leaving my face. “For starters, to apologize for being an ass about everything. But secondly, the best revenge is to feign indifference. What better way to do that than to pretend to be interested in me?”
“Mm, yes, I do like that plan.” I pursed my lips, eyeing Luca up and down.Not much pretending there.“I guess you’ll do.”
“You guess, huh?” he replied, his eyes lighting up. “Wow.”
“Game plan.” Callum pulled me from the weird, semi-truce Luca and I had. There didn’t seem to be hate spilling from his eyes, which was a nice change, but I still didn’t quite understand his switch of heart. Would I deny this moment though? No. Would I question it the entire time? Yes.
Would I secretly enjoy being up close to him? Also, yes. The guy was hot, and I’d always thought so—ever since I met him freshmen year.
“Guys hate when something is off-limits. Especially athletes.” Callum eyed the bar. “Obvi this guy doesn’t play football or Dean would murder him. What sport?”
“Baseball.”
“It’s not even in season,” Luca mumbled.
“So boring,” Callum groaned. “Okay, we go in, Luca, keep your hand on her the entire time. Neck, shoulder, back, arm, tit.”
“Um, maybe not the last one?” I said, my face flushing. I still didn’t glance at Luca, which felt safer for some reason.
“Fine, boring. But Luca, you gotta play it up. If she’syour thing,then act like it.”
“This sounds weirdly possessive. I don’t… like it?” I said, frowning and regretting this entire idea. “We should go back. I’ll cancel with Mack.”
