She danced over to me, eyes bright after a few too many Champagnes.
“Hey, boyfriend,” she said, sliding her arms around my neck.
I set my beer on the nearest table and pulled her close.
“Girlfriend.”
“Are you going to dance with me or what?”
I smiled. “Thought you’d never ask.”
She pressed against me, hips rolling in time with the music, and I groaned low in my throat. “You’re dangerous in this dress.”
She grinned up at me. “Wait until you see what’s under it.”
I leaned down, brushing her ear with my lips. “I’m trying very hard to not drag you behind the closest trailer and fuck you against the wall.”
She shivered, fingers tightening on my shoulders. “That sounds fun, but I might need something a little more horizontal. Would you mind grabbing my water bottle for me? I left it over by the Rose Nylund trailer.”
I kissed her quick and hard. “Anything for you.”
She laughed, spinning away to rejoin the girls.
I headed toward the trailers, weaving through clusters of guests. The Rose Nylund trailer was easy enough to find. I found Bella’s water bottle tucked next to a potted plant and turned to head back to the party.
That was when I took a wrong turn. Just as I rounded the corner of the Riveter trailer, a couple of familiar forms stopped me in my tracks.
Diaz and . . . Matty?
Kissing.
They were pressed against the side of the trailer. Matty’s hands framed Diaz’s face as he pressed him against the trailer, kissing him like the world was ending.
I stood there, stunned.
My first instinct was to back away. This wasn’t my business. Whatever was happening between them, whateverthiswas, they clearly deserved their privacy.
But I couldn’t move. My feet were rooted, heart pounding.
Matty broke away first, breathing hard. “We can’t do this.”
Diaz reached for him. “Matty—”
“No.” Matty stepped back, shaking his head. “You lied to me. All those texts.The fanfiction.You were writing about me. Aboutus. And you didn’t say anything to me.”
“I know it looks bad, but I didn’t know how to tell you. I thought if you knew—”
“You thought wrong.” Matty’s voice cracked. “I can’t believe this. I thought I was talking to someone anonymous. Someone safe. And it was you the whole time.”
Diaz looked like he’d been punched. “I’m sorry. I just . . . I wanted you. And I didn’t know how to say it.”
Matty shook his head, backing away.
“Mi tesoro, please—”
“No, you don’t get to call me that.”
Diaz opened his mouth to protest, but Matty’s expression stopped him cold. He exhaled sharply, shoulders slumping. “Okay, I’ll go.”
