“I can’t wait for you to meet him.” Her cheeks burn red. “He’s great, Em. He’s really great.”
“Good, you deserve great.”
“So do you.” She squeezes my hand before heading to the passenger side. “Especially if it’s my brother.”
nineteen
Declan
Brinley texted me twenty minutes ago, and my eyes have been on the door ever since. In a non-obvious way, of course, or at least I hope it’s not obvious.
“You’re staring at that door so hard; if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wanted to leave.” Jaxon throws an arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him.
“Are you sure they’re coming?” Jeremy asks. “You said they were on their way like half an hour ago.”
“Twenty minutes,” I clarify. “And they had to make a pit stop.”
“Tell them to get more booze!” Zeke yells from the kitchen. “I didn’t expect this many people to show up.”
“You invited them,” I say over the music. Zeke laughs.
“I did, didn’t I?”
Brooks appears from behind me with Liv practically attached to his hip. If it wasn’t for the fact that it’s Halloween, I doubt they would still be here. Liv isn’t a huge partygoer, and whatever she says goes.
“Liv and I can go get some more booze,” he says, finishing whatever is in his cup. I lift an eyebrow at him, and he shakes his head. “It’s kombucha.”
“I got him to start drinking it,” Liv adds. “You guys should, too; it’s great for your body.”
“So, you’re not drinking tonight?” Jaxon questions.
“Maybe after we pick up more booze.” He shrugs. “This is supposed to help cleanse me, I guess.”
“Who brings kambuchi to a party?” Zeke wonders, arriving beside Jaxon, sipping on a beer.
“Kombucha.” Liv laughs. “I brought it from my apartment.”
“She makes it,” Brooks adds. “It’s actually pretty fucking good.”
“I can bring you guys some to keep in the house.”
“I’ll pass.” Zeke places a hand on Brooks’ shoulder as he walks past him. “You’re whipped, man. I was hoping the day would never come.”
“At least I can maintain a stable relationship,” Brooks counters.
“I don’t want to maintain a stable relationship.” Zeke winks. “Now, if you need me, I’ll be entertaining the beer pong table.”
Zeke walks over to the beer pong table and replaces one of our hockey freshmen.
“You mean to tell me Zeke doesn’t plan on wooing any women tonight?” Liv wonders.
“You know, now that I think about it, I haven’t seen his tongue down someone’s throat in a couple weeks.”
“That’s not true,” Brooks begins. “When I got home a few nights ago, this blonde was leaving our place. Her eyes were practically glazed over with orgasmic happiness.”
“And how do you know she wasn’t leaving my room?” Jaxon wonders.
“Because Zeke was right behind her,” he continues. “I mean, unless you both tapped, no judgment here.”
