They raked over me once before flitting away, sending my stomach into a free fall. Hot Boy looked up and our gazes meshed for the first time. Hot Boy’s friend reached over and grabbed hold of my cup. Sending a ripple of satisfaction through me. When I stopped at the keg, I overheard Hot Boy telling a friend that he was moving in the morning. There was a reason I only did one willing guy at a What might happen, even if I thought I was in control. Too bad I wasn’t the type to take on both of them-that might be entertaining.īile scorched the back of my throat. The friend was cute, too, but paled in comparison to Hot Boy. His friend was a different story, though. I tried catching his eye, but he wasn’t going for it. The trail of baby-fine hairs leadingĭownward made heat pool low in my stomach. Pocket tugged at his jeans, revealing a small sliver of a taut stomach. Strode toward the keg with my plastic cup.Īs I drew nearer, I saw how alarmingly gorgeous this guy really was. I stood up and straightened my shirt so that it revealed more of my cleavage-the little I had-and Smile was magnetic, and I pictured him using it on me in another five minutes, when he sweet-talked me.
I watched as he high-fived one of the guys and then propped his forearm against the counter. He was Grade A Prime Meat and probably knew exactly how to put those Slung low on his head and inky black curls escaped beneath it. My gaze landed on the guy entering the back door through the kitchen. Maybe I’d text Rob for a booty call on my way home. Except none of the guys here tonight appealed to Horny, and their pants instantly dropped to their ankles. Guys were easy to figure out-at least in the hormonal sense. And I wasn’t about to be the only one leaving empty-handed Our other friend, Rachel, an even bigger player than me, was in the far corner The low moansĭrifting from the next couch over awakened a longing inside me. I downed the warm beer and scanned the frat party from my armchair perch. At least that’s what my mother’s string of failed Pieces, long before their finger found the trigger.
At the first sign of trouble, you blew your opponent to Inevitable day that everything went to shit.
You slid your bullet inside the cold metal chamber as a safeguard for the
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