I’m scared for who he’ll choose.
“I’m gonna shotgun,” he says, walking to the fridge after he puts the yellow block back on top. What the fuck?
Seriously? I set the scene — lips glossed, skirt short, tequila flowing — and he picks a beer over me? Am I being haunted by the ghost of my dating karma?
Maybe he’s not who I thought he’d be. I worked him all up in my head to be this amazing guy, but he’s too shy to even kiss me.
Or worse, not into me.
He grabs a beer from the fridge and throws it back like it’s nothing, then walks back to where he was standing.
The game keeps going, but I can’t take my eyes off of him. I’m trying to figure out who this man thinks he is - not liking me like this.
***
Everyone is getting more comfortable with each other and the party seems to be getting a little bit crazy.
The house is buzzing with the kind of warmth that only cheap beer, loud laughter, and tequila shots can bring. Music bumps from a speaker in the corner, not quite loud enough to drown out the slurred conversations and exaggerated dares echoing through the room. The scent of lime, sweat, and beer hangs in the air. The stack of blocks on the dining table wobbles like everyone else in the room. It's the kind of party that doesn't need to be big to feel wild.
Two of the guys have switched shirts, which is funny because one guy is way more buff than the other so the difference is close to a child and father. One of the other girls did a shotgun, well sort of, she pretended to take all of it but only did about half and poured the rest down the drain.
I watched.
And one of the guys did a belly shot off of another guy. Now, it’s Everest’s turn and when he reads his dare out loud about giving someone a lap dance, I already know he’s going to choose me.
His head turns to mine. I’m standing behind him off to the left and there’s no one behind me.
Fanfuckingtastic
I wish he could read my glare that says, “I like your brother, not you” but he’s clueless.
“Take a seat in my chair princess, you’re about to get it,” he says. I roll my eyes, already waiting for this lap dance to be over with.
“You sure you don’t want to take the beer instead?” I say, laughing, but really hoping he’ll take the hint.
“Oh, I’m sure,” he replies in a whisper a little too close to my face.
He didn’t take the hint; he’s oblivious.
The music Lana picked starts and Everest begins his dance. He starts off slow, teasing the audience a bit, but then removes his shirt and starts shaking his butt near my face. Everyone is laughing. It’s comical more than sexy, but I love it. Everest is really hot, he’s just not Aspen.
The music stops and I give Everest back his chair. He takes a seat after putting his shirt back on and I lean through him and Lana to grab my block. I go for one on the side towards the middle. It’s challenging, but I don’t think it’s going to fall. I pull it out successfully and read it out loud.
“Kiss someone.”
I’m all excited to finally kiss Aspen, but something tells me that will make him want me less. He hasn’t been giving me the attention I want from him tonight. So I do what any smart girl would do in this situation.
I kiss his brother.
8
Aspen
What the fuck is my brother doing kissing the girl of my dreams? Or should I say, what the fuck is the girl of my dreams doing kissing my brother? It was her block.
The words feel like they’re punching me in the chest. My heart is a fucking drumbeat, furious and heavy in my ears. I can’t even think straight. I’m shaking, but I can’t look away. Why can’t I just look away?
I’m furious, I’m livid, my skin is boiling, turning red. My anxiety is going through the roof. I’ve never wanted to look away from a kiss more so than at this exact moment, but Genevieve makes it impossible. She’s staring me down while she has her tongue in my brother’s mouth, like she has a personal vendetta against me.
