And I know it could be from the chill of this gloomy state’s air, but I choose to believe otherwise.
“Yeah,” he breathes out. “You have no idea.”
Pulling back from him, I grin, taking in the slight, excited flush of his skin and his thick lashes. I’ve missed seeing him this close up. The only thing better than staring at his face is staring at his face as he comes.
I plan to see both tonight.
“Julian?” A gentle, feminine voice rings out, and Julian breaks my hold on him and turns to face the door.
She’s short and pretty, with long brown hair and big blue eyes. Definitely the kind of girl who used to turn Julian’s head back in Cali. His type with men and his type with women vary greatly.
I fucking hate her immediately.
“Hey, I’ll be right in,” Julian calls, and his voice wavers a bit. As if he’s nervous or embarrassed.
Or maybe, caught red-handed.
The woman at the door responds accordingly and slips back inside, leaving the three of us in momentary silence before Susie speaks.
“Sheesh, Julie. Who wasthat?”Susie moves to stand next to me, gaping at the closed front door.
And I stare at Julian, also insanely curious as to who the fuck that was and why he’s suddenly blushing and avoiding eye contact with me.
“Cassie. She’s a local,” he tells us.
“A hot local. Do you already have dibs? I’m single right now, and definitely down to—”
Julian cuts her off with a laugh, saying, “Leave her alone.”
The fuck?
As he turns and begins walking up to the house, Susie trails after him. I follow her, my knees slightly wobbly.
“Damn, so you do have dibs,” Susie complains. “Fine, fine. Hands off, then.”
This is not going according to plan. All I can hope is that I’m misreading this situation, and Julianisn’tfucking that girl. He would have told us about a girlfriend, right?
Who am I kidding? I’m incredibly smart. There’s no way I’m misreading him.
Julian leads us through the small living room and into the kitchen. There is a decent crowd inside, but nothing compared to California parties. Is this all the party-goers Oregon has to offer?
In the kitchen, three people around our age stand together. The girl from the front door is there, talking to a blond guy with bulging muscles and a kind face.
The goth girl on the other side of him looks right up Susie’s alley, but I don’t comment on it. I can never tell if a girl is gay or not.
Julian proceeds to introduce all of us, informing everyone of our names. Soon, Cameron, the blond guy, is pouring the two of us a shot after Susie announces she’s my DD, butIshould get wasted.
“Are you two…” Cassie suddenly says over the music, eyeing where Julian has Susie tucked under his arm.
Idiot—she’s asking thewrongbest friend this question.
Susie chuckles, making a crass comment about how Julian isn’t her man, evenifhis dick is huge—which it is—and Cassie grins in response. As she tells Susie about her friend—the gothone—who is also into girls and now several feet away, I watch her blue eyes flicker back to Julian repeatedly.
Oh, she wants him.Bad. Unfortunately for her, I’ve wanted him more and for much, much longer. Get in line, bitch!
Plus, I know where the guy’s prostate is. She has nothing on me.
“Want to dance with me?” Cassie asks Julian, low and teasing, and it snaps me right out of my thoughts.
