Lennon and Aiden are standing on the other side of the table watching Millie and my little back and forth. I don’t like the knowing glint to Lennon’s eyes, nor the cocky ass smirk on Aiden’s face. It’s time to shut both of them up, and it’s not like they have any room to talk.
“Ready as ever,” she answers with a cute little pop of her hip.
I don’t even want to talk about how hard I get when Millie St. James keeps her elbows perfectly tucked, pulls her arm back and sends the ball across the table with a precision that only comes with years of beer pong practice.
And I definitely don’t want to talk about how much I wanted to pull her into my chest and crash my lips into hers when she lands the damn ball in a cup on her first try. Like a damn pro.
Fuck, I’m in trouble.
Chapter Nineteen
Millie
This is the most fun I’ve had in a really long time. I smile as I dunk yet another ball into the opposing team’s cup. The crowd cheers. Lennon looks about ready to blow a gasket, but Aiden takes it in stride and swaps the cup up, downing it in two seconds flat.
Who knew I would be so good at beer pong?Not me. I’m just as surprised as Rowan seems to be, if his slack jaw and wide eyes are any indication.
“You didn’t think I would be any good, did you?” I ask, playfully.
His jaw snaps closed, like he just realized it was hanging open in the first place. “No, no. It’s not that—” he trails off, like he doesn’t know how to finish his sentence.
I laugh at how uncomfortable he looks. “It’s okay, if you thought I wouldn’t be.”
“I might be a little surprised,” he finally admits and that makes me even happier. For some reason, I really like keeping him on his toes.
I smile as I pass the ball over to him because it’s his turn. “Show me what you got, handsome.” My cheeks immediately heat at the slip of my tongue.Handsome? Really?
I watch as his entire face lights up, his easy smirk turns into something else entirely, a smile that’s dangerous for the heart. “You think I’m handsome?”
I’m too stunned by that smile to answer him at first.
“It’s okay if you do, more than okay actually.”
“I wouldn’t want to inflate your ego or anything,” I sass.
“Oh, he definitely wants to be inflated. Begging for it, really,” he teases.
I shrug my shoulders, “You’re alright and all but you’re not really my type.”
I watch his eyes twinkle with mischief before he turns around to deflect the ball that Aiden just threw down the table with ease, like we weren’t just in the middle of a conversation, and his attention wasn’t solely focused on me.
How does he do that?So effortlessly.
I’m still in awe when he turns around and asks, “I’m not your type?”
“Nope.” I pop the p for extra measure.
“What’s your type then?”
“You know. Dark hair, dark eyes, likes—books…” Now it’s my turn to guard the cups from Lennon and from that look in her eyes, she isn’t going to take it easy on me. I crouch down, like somehow being closer to the cups will make it easier for me. But I’m no match for the spitfire at the other end of the table. She sinks her ball with ease.
“Want me to drink it for you?” he asks with more tenderness in his voice than I was expecting.
“No, I got it but thank you.” I pick up the cup and take the first sip. It takes considerable effort to keep from choking on the nasty beer in the cup. Rowan watches my face the entire time and from the looks of it he’s finding my sour face entertaining.
“So, you’re saying if I dye my hair, you’ll like me?” he asks, casually steering the conversation back to my embarrassing slip.
“That doesn’t fix your eyes,” I point out, then continue “You have a book fetish I don’t know about?” I arch one eyebrow in challenge.
