Right as I turned the corner, Bryn grabbed me. “Hey, handsome.”
I pushed her against the wall, the whiskey egging me on as I knotted my fingers in her hair. “I thought this wasn’t allowed.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” she demanded.
I did as she wanted, let my lips sloppily crush against hers briefly.
“Cam is driving me insane,” I admitted.
She sighed, pushing me away a little. “How many times do I have to tell you he is like my brother?”
I shook my head. “Ain’t how it feels, babe. Trust me. Watch how he stares at your tits the next time he thinks you’re not looking.”
“Every fucking guy stares at my chest every chance he gets. You’ve seen them, they’re huge. You stare too. News flash, Mitch: you’re the only damn one in the entire bar that has ever seen them, and you get to on a regular basis—isn’t that enough?”
“Yeah, I guess so.” I pulled her into me, kissing her forehead. “Sorry.”
“It’s kind of cute seeing you get all worked up with jealousy,” she whispered.
“We should probably get back.” I wanted to slip out the back door and get us a cab, but I knew how badly it would look.
“You go first, I actually do have to pee.” She pushed me away after kissing me one last time.
Walking back to the table, Cam raised an eyebrow at me. “Did Bryn fall in or something?
Why does he care so damn much?
“Fuck if I know.” I tried to play it off. It’s not like I was supposed to have run into her back there.
“Okay, honesty club.” Otis, another guy from A shift, leaned over to look at Camden.
“Yeah?” Cam responded.
“How many times have you hit that?” he asked without shame.
I held my breath. This was not a conversation I was prepared to hear, and I’d sure as shit had too much to drink to restrain myself if it went in any direction that was unfavorable.
Cam put his hand in the air, holding three fingers up. “Scout’s honor, never, but trust me, we’ve gotten close…if you know what I mean.”
I wanted to smack that goofy-ass, bullshit grin off his damn face.
Right as I was about to say something I would have regretted, Bryn waltzed back over. “Miss me, boys?”
“Always, little lady.” Otis flashed her a toothy smile.
“Well, I think it’s time for me to call it a night.” I had to tap out before shit got out of hand.
“So soon?” Goff turned to me and pointed at the full beer sitting on the table.
I shrugged. “Gotta know your limits, and I’ve hit mine. Have a good night everyone.”
I got up as everyone said their goodbyes and waved to me.
Right when I slid into the back of my Uber, Bryn’s name was lighting up my phone.
Bryn: You okay?
Me: Just need to head home.
