To take my mind off the incident, I tried to get the torn portion of my dress to stay up. Because of the style and no bra to tuck it into, the fabric kept slipping loose. Eventually I gave up and resorted to just holding it in place. Laika would be pissed when she found out. It was my prom and I sat there crying.
If only I’d danced...
16. In Case You Didn’t Know – Brett Young
Shay – 29 years; Skye17 years
An hour later, still nowhere near to fulfilling my desire to fucking someone until they couldn’t breathe, I disentangled myself from the girl’s arms wrapped around my neck and stepped back.
Immediately, her face soured into a pout then just as quickly, her lips pulled into a flirty smile. “Would you prefer me to suck your cock, instead?”
Exhaling on a long breath, I shook my head. “Sorry, Tina, I’m not in the mood.”
“It’s Lina, asshole,” she seethed before storming off.
“Fuck.” I dragged a hand down my face and turned, coming face-to-face with Griffin.
He handed me a beer. “Want to explain what exactly not in the mood means?”
I shrugged, took a sip of the cold beer and dropped into a couch near the window. “Not interested.”
“What’s wrong with you, man? We’ve been gone for a year, almost fucking dying in the process and now we’re at a party with pussy and alcohol but you seem out of it.” He slid down next to me, his eyes searching my face for clues to my disinterest.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t give me that, Shay. Out of all these fuckers we call friends, I know you best, remember?” He took a long swig of his beer. “One of these days, I’ll figure it out.”
His threat had me glancing at him with my brow raised. Somehow, I didn’t doubt him, he was persistent as fuck.
When I still didn’t respond, he shook his head then smirked. “At least we came back with a shit load of muscles.” He tipped his bottle at my bulging biceps.
I knew he was trying to take my mind off whatever he thought had me bent out of shape. My laugh low, I took a long drink. In a war zone with nothing but the desert and your unit to keep you company, the only recreation allowed, if one could call it that, given the high alert status, was training our bodies until we stank of stale sweat and our pumped muscles demanded action.
“Shay.”
I looked at Griffin. He tipped his chin in the direction of the arched entrance that led to the front door. I followed his line of sight. Ryleigh stood there, hugging Brax before she kissed him, not in the chaste way a friend would. With his arm around her waist, he walked her over to the bar. I glanced at Griffin.
