Page 62 of Under Her

Even from my spot at the other side of the kitchen, I can see the picture. It’s a nude. Well, she’s wearing panties but nothing on top, her large breasts on show.

My heart sinks to my feet.

Wilder was standing there, sexting with some girl who liked to send nudes, while those guys were calling me fat, and he said nothing.

But then I shouldn’t expect anything else from him. Because he is one of those guys.

“Shiiit! That is one impressive fucking rack!” one of them hoots.

Wilder jabs the guy holding the phone in the stomach, and as the guy bends over from the hit, Wilder grabs his phone from his hand.

“Fucking pricks,” Wilder grunts.

“Hey, Cross, you should send that pic to Hartwell. He needs it more than you do. He can jerk to it when he’s home alone later.”

At the mention of Dean’s name, I put my head down and make a beeline for the keg.

I’m just filling up my second cup of beer when I hear my name.

I freeze. Then, I look up.

Dean Hartwell is standing right near me. A beer in his hand.

My eyes flicker to the group of guys he’s with. They’re all talking. Wilder is back on his phone. I look back to Dean.

“Hey, Dean,” I say quietly.

The cup is full, so I flip the lever on the keg, pick my other beer up, and turn to leave, but Dean stops me.

“Hey, where you going?”

“Drinks. I have to take my friend her drink.”

“Stay. Chat with me for a bit.”

I bite the inside of my cheek. I always do that when I’m nervous.

My eyes flicker to the group. Wilder’s still on his phone.

“So, how was your summer?” Dean asks me.

“It was good, thanks.”

“Cool. Mine, too. I spent it in Europe with my family.”

“Sounds nice,” I say because I don’t know what else to say. I just know that I want to get out of here and back to Joely.

“Yeah, it was great,” he says. Then, he takes a step closer.

I suck in a breath and fight the urge to run, as I don’t want to give them another reason to laugh at me.

“So”—Dean reaches up and tucks some of my hair behind my ear, and I shudder on the inside—“I thought about you a lot over the summer.”

His lips lift at the corners into what I’m sure he thinks is a sexy smile. All it does is make me feel sick.

“Um, you did?” I don’t know what else to say. I know where he’s going with this, but I just want to get out of here as fast as possible.

Dean chuckles a low sound. “Because I like you, Morgan. And I was thinking”—he moves even closer—“that we should go upstairs and get to know each other a little better.”