Niko noticed instantly.
“Ohhhhh,” he said slowly. “You WANT her.”
“I don’t.”
“Your face says different.”
“My face says you’re drunk.”
“Correct,” he agreed proudly.
Someone shoved another drink into my hand while music blasted through the apartment hard enough to shake the walls.
Usually this part was easy.
Drink.
Laugh.
Flirt.
Forget.
Routine.
But tonight my brain kept replaying stupid little moments instead.
Rowan flipping me off from the media section.
Rowan calling me curated.
Rowan looking at me too carefully like she was trying to peel something open.
Dangerous girl.
“Reed!”
A brunette I vaguely recognized wrapped an arm around my neck from behind.
“Thought you were coming to Sigma after.”
“Changed plans.”
“You disappeared before I could congratulate you properly.”
Jace made a disgusted face behind her.
I ignored him.
Barely.
The girl kept talking while touching my chest constantly, but my attention drifted toward the apartment entrance when the front door opened again.
And there she was.
Black jeans.
Oversized leather jacket.
