“Andre just pulled up,” Wes said.
“He’ll find us,” Seth assured him, slathering… something that smelled of rosewater on my face.
Hmm. Pistachio, rosewater, and honey. Greek-style honey, swirled through in place of a sauce. Nice and light for the summer.
I hadn’t had an idea for an ice cream flavor in months. I’d have to text that one to Marissa, get her to start testing recipes.
Wes handed me the whiskey glass and put Seth’s drink by his elbow.
“Donotput him in a full face of makeup,” Wes said, moving to stand in front of me.
“I’m just covering up the dark circles,” Seth said, patting under my eyes with the tip of his finger. “I want him to look like he’s not gonna fall asleep right after he comes. Look up for me.”
I obeyed, like I suspected everyone did when Seth gave a direct order.
This was maybe the weirdest experience of my life, but I didn’t hate it.
“How long after you come are you meant to fall asleep?” Wes asked.
“You’re a bottom, you’re allowed to fall asleep right after,” Seth responded without missing a beat. “I wanna put eyeliner on him.”
I was too busy thinking about the falling asleep conversation to object to the eyeliner.
The bedroom door opened again, Andre coming inside in a pair of shiny leather pants that made me feel underdressed, holding his own measure of whiskey.
“Who’s the… oh wow, that’s Hayden,” he said. “Seth’s working his magic.”
“I’m giving the cute bottoms of Otter Bay a gift tonight.Lookat him. I need to do something with that hair, gimme a sec.”
Seth backed off, and I finally had the chance to make eye contact with Wes, silently pleading for help.
“You need to smudge that eyeliner out,” Wes said, grinning at me.
“Agreed,” Seth said, coming over with another case full of things. “His eyes are his best feature. You absolutely owe me a thank you card when you’re drowning in ass.”
“I’ll make sure you get one,” Wes teased.
“You know,” I said. “Seth’s doing all the work, here.”
“I’m mentally writing your profile,” Wes defended, sipping his water. “And I’m taking your new photos.AndSeth’s my friend, you couldn’tgethis help without me.”
“I’d help him without you,” Seth said, running his fingers through my hair and making me shiver at the touch.
Was Ithattouch starved?
… maybe, considering the way I’d reacted to touching Wes last night. I still hadn’t stopped thinking about it, not really—the sound of him gasping under me came back whenever I wasn’t thinking about anything else, the hint of lime on his tongue, the—
I needed to stop thinking about that in these jeans.
How subtly could I shift my legs a little further apart?
“I’m a miracle worker,” Seth announced, bouncing back to look at me.
Three pairs of eyes stared down at me in the chair, and I’d never felt so naked in my life.
“You had a good base to start with. Let’s not pretend Hayden’s not hot,” Andre said.
I liked him.
