Page 118 of Knot Their Starlet

That was stupid.

Fuck, I’m acting as stupid as Elijah is stupidly handsome.

“Let’s go dance!” I spin on my heel to grab Leo’s hands. “Do you dance sober?”

His lips form a cocky grin.

“Took dance lessons all through high school,” he shrugs. “I know a few moves.”

“God, I’m surrounded by perfect people,” I scoff. “You did what? Dance and swimming?”

“And piano and a shit ton of volunteering,” Beck adds. “Leo was a busy guy.”

“It gets worse!” I say, flinging my hands up in the air. “Okay, so Leo’s extra perfect. And then Beck, you’re like, perfect-perfect because, well, look at you!”

Oh, shit, I’m rambling.

I was hoping to be fun-drunk, not stupid-rambly-drunk.

So much for getting rid of my voice.

I may be thinking less, but I sure as hell am not talking less.

“You have perfect hair and perfect eyes and perfect music,” I say, slapping a hand on his chest.

“Whoa there,” Beck chuckles.

“And you!” I say, whirling on my heel and poking a finger into Elijah’s chest.

His hard-as-a-rock chest.

He raises an eyebrow, staring down at me.

My jaw works as I rest my hands on my hips.

“You’re stupid-perfect. You have no right saying the perfect things you do when you follow up with something stupid right after! And no right looking like—like⁠—”

I let out a frustrated huff as my brain goes completely blank on a proper word to use.

I shake my head, my hair tickling the skin of my back, exposed because of the cut of the dress I’m wearing.

“Enough talking, more dancing. This was embarrassing,” I say, pressing the cool backs of my hands against my overheating cheeks.

“Hey,” Beck says, gently pulling my hands away from my face and leaning down to meet my gaze. “No need to be embarrassed. I think the three of us really like hearing how hot you think we all are.”

“All of you?” I ask, turning my head to stare up at Elijah, who has his face turned away from me.

I duck down, trying to meet his gaze.

He spins to avoid it, and I end up chasing him around in a circle like a puppy chasing its tail.

“Stay still!” I laugh, reaching out and gripping his arm.

The muscles underneath my hands flex, and I can’t help but squeeze them even tighter.

He lets out a soft grunt.

Wow. His muscles are... frankly, fucking ridiculous.