Too aware.
The girl hanging off him earlier had disappeared, but not before noticing me looking.
Embarrassing.
Humiliating.
Needed to die immediately.
“So then the professor says—”
“Sorry,” I interrupted. “What?”
Caleb laughed. “You’re distracted.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You’ve looked at that guy like six times.”
I grabbed my drink defensively. “I literally haven’t.”
“Rowan.”
Shit.
Before I could recover, Serena appeared beside me holding tequila shots.
“You look stressed,” she announced.
“I am.”
“Good thing I brought medicine.”
Caleb accepted one immediately.
I narrowed my eyes. “You are the reason bad things happen.”
“Correct.”
We took the shots together while music pounded through the apartment walls.
The alcohol burned pleasantly down my throat.
Better.
Across the room, Mason was still watching me.
Not constantly.
Not creepily.
Just enough.
Like every time I looked up, his attention eventually found me again.
Which was becoming a problem.
Because attraction was one thing.
