“I just really wanted to kiss you.”
“I’m glad. I really wanted to kiss you, too.”
“I’m going to shower. And then I’ve got more press shit.”
“I know. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Do you want to go out?” I ask. “Celebrate?”
She slowly shakes her head. “I think I’d like to celebrate with just you. We have the big party tomorrow night at home.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” I whisper. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
I give her a quick kiss and go into the locker room, where I’m immediately sprayed with champagne.
Chapter Seven
SUTTON
The entire street is one massive party. Classes are canceled tomorrow because every professor knows there wouldn’t be many people in class. We’re all going to be busy nursing hangovers.
The entire campus is celebrating the boys’ win.
It’s a big deal.
The party at our house is packed. People are inside, packed into the backyard and spilling into the front yard. The mess tomorrow is going to be pretty bad.
But tonight is all that matters.
“Here you go.” Declan hands me a red plastic cup filled with foamy beer that’s just a little warm.
“Thank you.”
He hasn’t left my side.
“I saw Bree earlier,” I say.
He groans. “I’m sorry. There is no way to police who comes in and out. There are just too many people.”
“It’s fine. I don’t care. She took one look at me and hightailed it out of here.”
He chuckles. “So vicious.”
“You can go visit,” I tell him. “I’m a big girl.”
“I want to be right here with you.”
“This is your party. You’re the man of the hour.”
“And you’re my woman of the hour. Of the day. Week. Month.”
“Oh, you are so getting laid tonight.”
He flashes a sexy smile. “I know.”
I love that we can be flirty and fun. We’re not thinking about what comes next. I know it’s not exactly the healthiest approach to simply pretend that the end of school is coming. But it’s working. We’re working.
