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“Hey, hey, hey!” she greeted me, her eyes bright and cheeks flushed. “Tyson invited me to a party at his place. I guess it’s like a huge after-party.”
“Okay, I can just—”
“You have to go with me. You know the rules. We don’t ever go to parties alone.”
I nodded. “Yeah, I know…” As much as I wanted to argue with her, I also knew that we had established those rules back when we were just nineteen—and we always stuck to them. “How long do you think it’ll last?”
“Oh, we party till the morning hours, baby,” Jackson stated, bursting into laughter. “It’s gonna be a long night for you.”
Yes. Yes, it is.
2
JACKSON
“Dude, she was so uptight,” I laughed, standing next to Tyson and Maeve at the after-party.
Her friend made a face at me. “Are you talking about Lena? She’s literally the most down-to-earth person I’ve ever met. I don’t know how you can call her uptight at all. She’s so sweet.”
“I don’t think we’re talking about the same person,” I chuckled, shaking my head at the blonde. I could already tell that Tyson was really into her, but unlike him, I wasn’t looking for anything serious—at all. Seriousness just led to women leaving.
“Her kind of fun just isn’t this kind of fun,” she continued. “Speaking of, we probably should find her…” Maeve’s voice trailed off as she glanced around, Tyson’s arms wrapped tightly around her waist. “I don’t want her to get lost or upset with me.”
“Yeah, go find her, Jackson.” Tyson nodded to me. “You don’t have anything better to do.”
“I could be getting shit-faced right now,” I reasoned, shrugging my shoulders. “That sounds a hell of a lot better than babysitting some chick who hates me.”
Even if the feeling is mutual.
Though, I have to admit, she is hot as fuck, and in a different way than most girls I’m around.
“Just go find her,” Tyson snapped at me, giving me a warning glance.
I let out a dramatic sigh and wandered off, slipping through the crowd of models, influencers, and other important people—as some would call them. I didn’t necessarily agree with the people who looked at them that way…but it was whatever.
I turned my attention to finding the woman with the hazelnut-blonde hair and jade eyes. I could write a song about the way that woman looked, her freckles dancing across the bridge of her nose. But seriously…where the hell is she?
Tyson’s house was massive, but he kept the party solely in the downstairs area, and for good reason. It wasn’t that uncommon for people to try and use the bedrooms for…activities.
Of all kinds.
I downed the rest of my beer, chucked it into the trash, and picked up another cold one as I made my way through the elaborate dining room, completely void of people. My Vans were silent on the tile floor as I crossed a sitting room where a couple people were making out on the designer couch. I rolled my eyes at the way they were acting like animals…
I might’ve been a party animal, but I was surprisingly not into groupies and one-night stands. I just preferred to keep my fucking distance—like I would prefer to be doing with Lena. God forbid she get the idea that I actually care. I stopped in my tracks in front of the Florida room, guilt hitting me in the chest.
What the hell?
Brushing it off, I pushed open the door, letting it shut behind me. The room was beautiful, arguably the best place in the house. The stars were shining brightly, and the room was decorated with plants, a wall of wine, strange art, and plush furniture with bamboo framing.
Intricate, but comfortable.
My eyes drifted upward, taking in the constellations. Damn, it’s been a while since I took a moment to soak it in.
…And then the sound of a light snore ruined it for me.
I squinted in the dim light, my gaze falling on a figure appearing to be snoozing on the couch across the room. Ha, smart.
However, as I made my way over to the figure, I let out a chuckle. Of course it was Lena, snoozing right there on the couch. Strangely, as the moonlight illuminated her peaceful face, something shifted in my chest. She was stunning.
