Jace’s face reddens, and for a second the statement goes over my head until I look up between him, and Cleo, who is in fact on his left. I watch as she grows shy, hiding her face behind her hands chuckling softly as Jace grabs some ingredients and a pair of shorts.
When I look at Jace and Cleo, I realize that the two are closer than I’d imagined and that he hadn’t told us about her for a reason.
Cleo is one of the most gorgeous women in the world. Whenever Jace would talk about his best friend, he’d always downplay her as if she were one of the guys. He’d talk about how they played video games together and watched hockey highlights but he never mentioned that she looked like someone out of a fucking fairytale.
Jace comes back to the group with a sheepish smile, covering Cleo as she slides the shorts on under her skirt. I watch carefully, my eyes focusing on them as he lays her down on the floor, placing a pillow under her head. He’s slow and a fucking tease as he lines her soft abdomen with salt, and places the shot and lime just above her cherry shaped belly ring.
It’s fucking hot.
But what’snothot is the sensual way he licks her up and takes the shot.
It’s quick and a little awkward as the two of them laugh once the shot is gone. Jace helps Cleo up with a small smile as if he didn’t do a body shot off his best friend.
Leilani, a curvy dark skinned girl on the cheer team, is the next person to pull from the tower; she chuckles sneakily as she reads her card aloud.
Her plump lips curve into a sinister smirk. “Flash the group or go streaking around the house.” She shows the group the card. I can practically hear the gulps from the men in the room.
Leilani is arguably the most gorgeous cheerleader in all of SFU history, but she’s always hanging around the football team and Ryan Jones, so it’s surprising she’s here tonightwith us.
Without hesitation, she lifts her shirt revealing a rack of some nicely round and perky tits, probably a D cup at max.
“Fuck me…” Theo mumbles aloud, cringing as Leilani winks at him.
Oh, she’s definitely fucking him now. I wouldn’t be surprised if Theo finds a whole new roster of women this season considering how much women fawn over—
“Blake, don’t start that daydreaming crap now… it’s your turn.” Brax chuckles, from across the room.
I slightly jump at the feeling of all eyes on me and with slow movements, I steadily pull from the tower. A feeling of triumph washes over me as I successfully pull the block from the tower but all air is knocked from my lungs as I read over the block for a second time.
Is this a joke? Is God giving me a gift or is this a warning from hell?
Lucki leans over my shoulder and whistles as he reads the piece aloud. “Play 7 minutes in heaven with the person straight across from you.”
His tone is teasing, but I'm not focused on him.
Instead, my eyes are trained on the wide set of brown ones in front of me. Cleo looks as if she’s going to make a run for it but a shoulder squeeze from Georgia has her smiling.
Okay… She’s smiling so that means she’s cool with this, right?
Are you okay?’I mouth to her, but instead of responding, she jumps to her feet.
“Come on, creeper… You scared I’ll bite?”
five
Cleo
If you told mefour months ago that I would be standing in the bedroom of a handsome man that I’d met at a college party, I’d think you belonged in the psych ward.
But here I am standing in front of a man that I barely know and am expected to give him “seven minutes in heaven”, or whatever the hell it is.
Blake stands a decent distance from me, shifting uncomfortably on his legs watching as I walk around his bedroom. He let me know on our walk from the living room that he didn’t expect us to do anything and that I was more than welcome to snoop through his LEGO, vinyl, and film collections. So that’s what I'm doing.
His room is extremely neat and tidy as if Jace did daily military cleaning checks on it. It’s a little bigger than my room but has just as much personality. It’s decorated to the brim with all things red and black, probably his favorite colors. His desk has a half-built LEGO set scattered across it with small figurines along a bookcase beside it, very few books were actually on the case as it’s full of LEGO cars and flowers. On his dresser, there’s small photographs of people who’d looked close and two ‘Intro To Studio Media’ textbooks placed neatly beside them with a black record player on top of it.
“So…” He rocks on his heels, unsteadily. Blake looks adorable with tomato-colored red cheeks and goofy grin. I probably look the exact same after taking five shots, back-to-back, as one of my own dares.
“I don’t want to pressure you or anything, Cleo. We can just talk if you want… No rush or anything at all,” he says but his eyes tell a different story. Blake’sgaze on me is unwavering as he watches me stalk toward him while he rambles. “I…uh…Fuck, Cleo.” He chuckles stuttering as a rush of liquid courage enables me to rub his arm.
