“I’m serious, guys! John let me blow him earlier and?—”
“The dice!” I interrupt. “In craps. He thinks he’s a lucky charm or some shit. Jesus, Chad.”
“Exactly,” Chad mumbles, “and he’s finally going to let me see his dick piercing, we’re on the way for him to show me now, so while this was fun, we gotta go!”
I shake my head, but Chad wastes no time yanking me forward and away from our friends.
Blake cackles. “Have fun, besties-in-law!”
Liam gives me an amused, helpless shrug that somehow still feels smug. “Good luck.”
I roll my eyes, not dignifying that with a response, as Chad pulls me toward the entrance. I realize now that I didn’t even pull my hand away from his the entire time we were talking to Liam and Blake.
How drunk am I?
As soon as we get outside, Chad looks at me hopefully. “Now what? Where can we go so I can see it?”
“You’re not seeing it,” I growl at him, and we start walking down the street with neon lights blasting us from every direction. Screens flash, music is flowing from multiple casinos, and there’s someone in a superhero costume taking selfies for tips.
We merge into the flow of tourists, gamblers, drunk couples, and bachelorette parties. At least Liam and Blake have been chill about us doing our own things at night, even if it’s just so they can fuck. Plus, we did spend all day together.
Where I saw Chad practically naked multiple times.
God, he really did look so good dripping wet in his bathing suit.
Wait, that’s not what I should be thinking about right now.Focus.
“What’s that?” Chad gasps, pointing at a line of people holding neon-colored drinks, and the last thing he needs is more frozen, sugary alcohol. “A daiquiri bar!”
He wastes no time getting in line, and I confirm they have other drinks, thank god.
When it’s our turn to order, I put my free hand out on his chest—to stop him from talking and because he’s still got a death grip on my left one—and order for us.
“Can we have two large bottles of water?”
Chad inhales sharply next to me, and I immediately regret whatever I did to inspire the sound. His mouth appears to have dropped open in shock.
“Oh my god, are you worried about me again? That’s so sweet. I could kiss you right now,” he says reverently.
I don’t understand why he keeps saying things like that if he’s straight. All the sexual innuendos, the hand holding and touching, the begging to see my dick, and the way he wrapped himself around me in bed last night like a koala, none of it makes sense.
“No, you wouldn’t, you don’t kiss men.” I respond stupidly.Why did I respond at all?I guess I’ve had a lot to drink too.
“Says who?” He grins, looking really excited as he leans in to kiss me on the cheek a little closer to my mouth than I would consider normal.
But he’s drunk, so his aim being shit isn’t exactly a surprise. He pulls back, blushing now, and fuck, why does that make my lips curl up the slightest bit?
Chad is kind of like a puppy that you want to be mad at when it keeps chewing your shoes, but you can’t actually remain angry because of how innocent and cute it is.
Admitting that to myself is one thing, but understanding it is hopeless. On paper, he’s everything I hate: bubbly, loud, outgoing, and energetic. He really is like a goddamn golden retriever. But despite all of that, I keep letting him drag me around.
Forget his comprehension, I’m the one who seriously can’t seem to remember the word “no” or what it means when I’m around him. Chad’s getting under my skin… and I don’t completely hate it like I should.
The bartender sets the waters on the counter, and I pull out my card to pay. I did win a lot tonight withChad’s initial money, the least I can do is buy us a few rounds. Chad somehow manages to look even more pleased than before.
“Thanks, babe,” he says, batting his eyelashes at me, and I ignore the pet name.
A guy in a robot costume walks by blasting EDM, followed by a guy dressed like Jesus wearing sunglasses. Jesus high-fives Chad, and I swear he almost combusts with joy. This man oozes happiness… unless he’s thinking about Blake or his love life apparently.
