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“My panties are showing! This is so bad!”
This was accompanied by peals of laughter. I couldn’t stop if I tried.
I was lying on the ground, staring up, fully convinced that it would be fine if I just stayed there all night, asleep under the stars, right when a face suddenly cut into my view of the night sky.
Condescending frown, thick dark eyebrows furrowed in disapproval, full lips tugged into a flat line.
“COLE!”
My first gut instinct was sheer excitement that he was here. My archnemesis! My favorite person!
Then reality set in, and I repeated his name, this time with as much disdain as I could muster.
“Cole.”Lying on the ground—in no position to argue—I shook my head. “Nope. No. Someone else.Anyone.In fact, just leave me here and let the wild animals have me.”
I squeezed my eyes shut like I was prepared to meet my demise. “Make it quick.”
“What’s wrong with her?” he asked my friends.
His tone wasn’t chock full of concern like it might have been if he were a normal human with normal emotions.
Those assholes ratted me out in a heartbeat. “She’s drunk.”
“Can you two get back on your own?”
“Yeah, and we can get Paige back, too, if you help her stand up.”
“It’s fine, I’ve got it from here.”
Lara and Camila didn’t even put up a fight. They willingly left me there with Cole, which meant it was just him and me, alone on that dark path. We could have it out for real,finally. Guns drawn. Knives out.
I expected no mercy from him.
Instead, he heaved a deeply annoyed sigh and then bent down so we were more on the same level.
“You have to get up.”
“Do I?”
Most likely realizing that he wasn’t going to get anywhere with me, he took matters into his own hands, hooking his forearms underneath my armpits and lugging me to my feet. “Up and at ’em, champ.”
I groaned as my world spun around and around. Vertigo on its max setting.
“Get me off this Tilt-A-Whirl,” I complained with an audible gag.
He looped one arm around my back, under my armpit so he could take most of my weight.
“Can you walk?”
I didn’t answer.
“If not, I’m going to carry you.”
It almost felt like a threat.
“Dear god, no. Not that.”
I would never recover from being in his arms, though walking alongside him like that wasn’t much different. He had such a firm grip on me. Our hips, arms, chest, legs—everything touched, eliciting sparks, as we trudged slowly down the path. When I swayed on my feet, he held me tighter. When I was hit with a wave of nausea, he paused and told me to take a few calming breaths. I wouldn’t even say we were going at a snail’s pace. A snail shouted at us to get the hell out of his way as we took slow steps toward my dorm.
