"I got an idea," I say, reaching up to take off my shirt.
"What are you doing?" she asks, backing away as I take off my jeans.
"I'm letting you see me naked. That way we're even."
She laughs. "You don't have to do this."
My hands pause on my boxer briefs. "Yes or no? Last chance."
She smiles. "Yes."
I yank off my socks and shove my boxers to the floor. Then I lay down on the bed, folding my arms behind my head. "How's this?"
She's laughing. "If I wasn't so shocked you did this, I'd be drooling right now. You are so fucking hot. I'm taking pictures with my brain."
"Make sure to delete them when you go out with Evan."
"No way. I'm keeping these. Even when I get married someday, these are staying in a vault in my head." She's still staring at me, her eyes going up and down, pausing on my cock.
"You good?" I ask.
"I could stare at you all night but yeah, you can get up."
After I'm get dressed, we leave the room together and find Josh and Heather waiting to use it. Josh looks surprised to see me. He heard me telling some of the guys I might not go to the party. He was probably counting on that, which is how he ended up with Heather. I don't care if he sleeps with her. I'm not dating her. We had sex and that was the end of it.
"Hey, man." He glances at Christina. "You guys done?"
"It's all yours." I toss him the sock.
"How's it going?" I say to Heather.
She smiles at me. "Didn't know you'd be here tonight." She says it in a way that implies she would've picked me over Josh if she knew I'd be at the party.
"I'm leaving soon," I tell her.
"I wore him out," Christina says to Heather, wrapping her arm around mine.
"I'm sure you did," Heather says with a hint of anger. The cheerleaders are competitive, especially when it comes to guys.
"See you guys later," I say, walking off with Christina still wrapped around my arm.
When we get back to the party, Christina turns to me, laughing. "Thanks, that was awesome. I hate that bitch. She's always talking behind my back, saying I'm too fat to be a cheerleader."
"Ignore her. You're the best one we've got."
"I'd have to agree," she says, her confidence back. She lets go of my arm. "I'm going to get a drink. Have a good night!"
"You too." I look around for Danny and see him at the back of the house by the sliding glass door, a red cup in his hand.
I make my way over to him, pretending I don't hear the girls trying to get my attention. I could have any girl I want tonight, except for the one who keeps showing up in my head.
"Any chance I could get a ride home?" I ask Danny.
"Already? We just got here."
"Forget it. I'll take the bus." I walk off.
"Dean!" He catches up to me. "I'll take you. Just hold on." He gets out his phone and sends a text. "Okay, we can go."
