The crowd surged slightly as people pushed to the bar. I was shoved back against him; his crotch was against my ass. Was it my imagination, or was that bulge hard?
“What are you doing here, Parker?” I asked, trying to turn around. It was so crowded that my body rubbed up against him as I turned to face him. Yep, definitely a hard bulge.
Milton came back with the drinks. They were frothy and icy and reeked of fake coconut flavor and cheap pineapple juice.
“Hey,” Milton said when he saw me and Parker. “That’s my date.”
“This was never adatedate,” I told him, shoving Parker away. “It was just a hookup.”
Parker glowered behind me. Milton gulped.
“How about,” Parker said, his steady, deep voice cutting through the chatter of drunk twenty-somethings, “you find someone else to hook up with tonight?”
“I already bought drinks,” Milton said, holding them up.
Parker pulled out his wallet, flicked through it, and handed Milton a hundred-dollar bill.
“For your trouble,” he said.
Milton looked between Parker and me. He wordlessly handed me the drinks then took the bill and disappeared into the crowd.
I turned to Parker, hoping I looked more furious than I felt. “You cost me my chance!”
“Your chance for what?” he growled. “Also, give me those.”
“No.”
“You look like you’re about to throw that nasty-looking drink on me.”
“I just might.”
He plucked the glasses from my hands.
“You cost me my chance to lose my virginity tonight,” I hissed at Parker. His nostrils flared slightly. “Now what am I going to do?”
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Icould do it.
Better not lead with that. It sounded creepy.
“Maybe Dick Pic Guy is still available,” Sadie said, digging in her purse. Due to the crowd, we were still standing close together. Her arms brushed against my abs as she shuffled around in her bag for her phone.
It took a second for the words to register, but when they did, I was furious.
“Someone sent you a dick pic?”
“That’s apparently how it is these days.” She sighed. “It wasn’t even a nice one. If they’re going to send a dick pic, they should at least dress it up.”
“Like nice lighting?”
“Like,” she said, “a hat or some sparkles. You know, bedazzle it.”
“That sounds dangerous.”
“You can buy dildos that are bedazzled,” Sadie said. She took one of the drinks from me, clinking the plastic cups together. “Cheers!” She took a sip then made a face. “This is toxic.”
