The whole pool area picks up on it. Another chant that feels like a dare.
I look at the blonde, the brunette, then back at the pool.
“Fuck it.”
I pull off my shirt and toss it at the blonde. She catches it, eyes wide, grinning.
Jeans next. Boxers right after. The girls’ eyes look down at me and snicker. The excitement in their eyes is obvious.
I run and jump into the pool with my dick slapping my thighs. The water swallows me whole.
When I surface, everyone’s cheering and screaming my name.
“Yeah!” I shout.
“Yeah!” they shout back. More and more people are jumping in naked.
I’m a fucking legend.
This is what I came here for.
I swim to the edge and climb out.
The brunette’s standing above me, so I pull her in and kiss her. Hard. Just because I can.
She tastes like vodka and lime.
Perfect.
I throw my pants on without my boxers and then someone hands me a shot. I take it. Then another.
The music shifts. Something with a heavier beat. I’m dancing now. Or trying to. The blonde’s pressed against my back. The brunette’s laughing.
Everything’s loud. Bright. Chaotic.
Exactly how I need it.
“Callum.”
That voice cuts through everything.
I turn.
Rowan.
Captain Rowan Melrose. Perfect GPA. Perfect control. Perfect pain in my ass. He’s standing at the edge of the pool area, arms crossed, not smiling.
“What?” I shout over the music.
“Enough.”
“Enough what?”
“You’re done. Go home.”
I laugh, making sure everyone around me hears it. I shake my head, catching a few wandering eyes.
“I’m celebrating, Captain. You know that thing normal people do when they win?”
