“It’s a good thing you have Marcus, because the guys would be all over you.”
Harper is stunning. In a black leather miniskirt and ablack bodysuit, she’s curled her hair and added a pop of bright pink lipstick. Marcus won’t know what hit him.
“Please. You’ll be fending off the guys too.”
I opted for skinny jeans and a black off-the-shoulder top. Nothing too flashy, but still, an outfit I feel good in.
“More like holding up the wall.”
“One of these days, I’ll get you out on the dance floor.”
“When pigs fly.” I laugh.
The street is crowded as students are coming and going from parties. The street is crowded as students are coming and going from parties, but Troy and Marcus are waiting for us at the corner.
And damn, do they both look good.
Harper drops my arm and bounds over to Marcus, laying a smacking kiss on his mouth.
Troy’s eyes stay on me. He’s wearing jeans, a gray V-neck T-shirt, and a leather jacket. It’s nothing major, but he makes it look good.
“Wow, Angie. Can I tell you that you look good?”
“You can.”
I preen under his praise. Something I should definitelynotbe doing. Tonight, I want to have fun. I want to do what every other college student does. Maybe get into a little bit of trouble.
Thegood kindof trouble.
“You ready to get going?” Troy throws a thumb over his shoulder.
“Yeah.”
“You okay to be going to a party?” The two of us are walking behind Harper and Marcus, who keep stealing kisses from each other.
“Because of last time?”
“Yeah.”
“I appreciate you checking in, Troy, but I’m okay.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
I get bumped into Troy from someone running down the street. A steady arm wraps around my shoulders. I make no effort to move.
I like being in his arms.
Too much for my own good.
“Let’s party!” Harper turns around, shouting back at us as we enter the house. It’s big. Bigger than the hockey house. A staircase wraps around the right side of the house, and a disco ball hangs where a chandelier likely used to hang. A living room packed with people is off to the left, and straight back is a kitchen with more people overflowing into the hall.
We move into the living room where a DJ is blasting the latest rock tune.
“I’ll grab us a drink,” Troy tells me.
“I’ll wait here.”
