Istare up at Nick, my mouth open in shock at what he just suggested.
“Um, what?” I finally say.
I don’t miss the fiery flicker in his rich brown eyes. “Let’s go upstairs and pretend to fuck,” he says again in the most relaxed, casual tone. Like he’s suggesting we go sit on the couch or get another drink.
I let out a shaky breath, feeling hot all over.
I’m still recovering from the way Nick teased me a minute ago, his mouth and hands on me. My heart is racing, and I’m breathing faster.
That was the single sexiest thing that anyone’s ever done to me. The way Nick pinned me between his body and the wall while kissing my cheek and neck and shoulder and the corner of my mouth…the way his big hand held my waist so confidently, so naturally…
I’m suddenly dizzy. I lean my head back and focus my gaze on him.
I’m not this kind of girl. I don’t go to parties and let a guy tease my body in open view of everyone. I don’t pretend to have sex.
But right now, Iamthat girl. I’m the girl who’s sick of letting her ex make her feel like nothing. I’m sick of him invading my space. And I want to get him back for that.
“How exactly would we do that?” I ask, intrigue sparking through me.
Nick holds my gaze as the corner of his mouth quirks up in a sexy half-smile.
“We go upstairs. Find an empty room and make noises like we’re having the wildest, craziest sex. He’ll hear us and get so pissed that he’ll storm out, guaranteed.”
“How can you be so sure he’ll leave?” I ask.
“Because no guy wants to hear the girl he’s into getting railed by some other man.”
Fire engulfs my cheeks at how bluntly Nick puts it.
He quirks an eyebrow. “Fakerailed,” he says.
A giddy feeling swoops through me. Yeah, it’s petty that I’m even considering doing this. But I don’t care. Brody broke my heart. He cheated on me and didn’t even apologize. I cried for weeks over him.
And now, when I’m trying to be civil and move on, he’s still trying to insert himself in my life, still trying to upset me.
Screw that. I want to get back at him.
I grab Nick’s hand. “Lead the way,” I say.
I follow him through the crowd and up the stairs. The second floor is almost as crowded as the first floor, with people standing around while drinking and talking.
I spot Brody standing in a corner, nodding while listening to some guy talk to him. When he spots Nick and me, I tense. He glares at me, then Nick.
“Hey, man. I didn’t know you were coming here tonight.”
I turn and see Travis walk up to us. He says hi to me.
Nick grins at him. “Felt like blowing off some steam with my girl,” he says. “I thought you were staying in tonight.”
Travis frowns. “Blake said he’d write my essay for my Brit Lit class if I’m his DD tonight.”
Nick laughs. “Nice.” He clears his throat. “Hey, are any of the bedrooms free?” he says in a low voice.
Travis nods toward the end of the hall. “No one’s in that one.”
Nick and I make our way down the hall. We’re about to pass Brody when he steps to the side and bumps his shoulder into Nick.
Nick barely moves. He’s way too big and broad and muscular to be fazed by a pathetic shoulder-check from Brody, who’s almost as tall as Nick, but not nearly as muscular.
