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"I mean... I wasn't saying that you... that you're..." Foot, meet mouth. Words are failing me here. It's too hard to think of anything but Kit nearly naked in that bathroom. Again, I try to look into his eyes. This time, I get as far as his chest. "Your buttons are off." I tap the third from the top button of his shirt.

He fixes his buttons. "You have a coat?"

I shake my head.

"You can wear mine."

"Why would I wear your coat?"

He nods to my dress.

Is he really telling me my dress is too skimpy? He was in the bathroom with a chick in this dress. "Excuse me?"

"There's drugs at this party."

"I know."

"You shouldn't be here."

It hits me like a ton of bricks. "I shouldn't be here? I'm not the one who—"

"Keep your voice down." He leads me through the crowd, towards the door.

I'm not sure where Kit gets off telling me what to do—apparently, he didn't get off in the bathroom, not if the hard on straining against his jeans is any indication.

I don't need another guy who thinks he's in charge of my life.

He grabs his leather jacket from the rack and takes his time helping me into it. "You're a nice girl, Piper. This place isn't your scene."

"It shouldn't be yours either."

"It's not."

"Then why are you here?"

"I live down the hall."

"And?"

His dark eyes fix on mine. "I'm not going to tell Ethan or Mal I found you here."

"And I'm not going to tell Ethan or Mal I walked in on you getting blown by some random chick."

He chuckles.

"Or that you were at a party with drugs."

No more chuckle. His expression gets serious, intense. He leans in close enough to whisper. "Do you actually want to be here?"

No. Not even a little. But- "I don't want to spend New Year's Eve alone."

"You're not alone. You're with me."

"That must be fun for you, babysitting your friend's baby sister."

"I don't offer to do shit I don't want to do."

Likely story.

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