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She grins. “Nope, never got a chance to. He’s young, though, and that makes me feel weird. Plus, I’ll never get to Jude, so really, no point. I like to finish my sets.”
Wow.
“Told you she’s a slut,” Mekena mutters and I grin.
“Whatever. I got things to do,” Skylar says, sending me a suggestive grin.
“Obviously. Lots of dudes, so little time.”
“Right!” Skylar hollers, pointing at me. “At least your friend gets it.”
Mekena rolls her eyes as she lets out a breath. When the door opens and catches our attention, people spill out and I’m eager to get in there.
I want to go to my first party.
I want to drink and let loose.
I want to be immersed in the college lifestyle.
I want to live.
And…I kind of…want to…see…Jace.
Okay. A lot. I want to see him a lot.
“So, we’re going?”
“Yeah. Let’s go,” Skylar says then, starting for the house. “You two stay close.”
Mekena rolls her eyes again, but I smile. It’s sweet and obvious that Mekena doesn’t even know how great she has it. But it isn’t my place to remind her of that. I would have given anything for someone to look out for me when I was younger. I’ve learned to do it on my own, but some guidance would have been nice.
But before I can dwell too much on that, we are walking across the yard and into the Bullies’ house. As soon as I go through the door, someone hands me a drink. I don’t even see the person, but Skylar takes it from me and then one that was handed to Mekena, trashing them both.
Rolling her eyes, she yells, “Follow me, and deny anything from anyone.”
We both nod, looking like deer in headlights as we follow her through the wild party. People are everywhere, dancing, playing broom hockey, beer pong, keg stands—it’s everything you see on TV and more. It’s kind of overwhelming, but then, so fucking cool. With a huge grin on my face, I bypass people, guys mainly, handing me drinks as I take everything else in. When we reach the kitchen, it isn’t so loud, but holy shit, this place is trashed.
Beer bottles, cans, empty liquor bottles, trash, and filth are everywhere. It’s disgusting. When I look at Skylar, her eyes are wide. “Holy crap, this place is fucked up.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
She looks back at me and shakes her head. “Where the hell is Jace? This place should not look like this.”
“Right here, and I know.”
All three of us turn around, and with no warning at all, my jaw drops. If I thought Jace Sinclair was hot this morning, nothing could compare to the picturesque man in front of me right now. Standing there in a pair of loose-fitting shorts that hang low on his hips, he has no shirt on. Nothing.
Just abs, pecs, and tattoos.
Holy. Shit.
His left arm is covered with vines that form a hockey stick in the middle. Along the vines are little red birds with what appear to be names within them. I can’t make out what they say, but I can count five little red birds. Maybe his family? I don’t know because then my eyes are roaming across his chest where a little watercolor elephant sits with the word “Mom” beneath it. Aw, he’s a momma’s boy.
And Lord, is he hot.
With wide eyes, I look up to meet his gaze that’s a little panicked. But soon it transforms into an appreciative look. His eyes darken and I swear the air thickens. Gasping, I tuck my hands into my pockets, watching as he devours me with his eyes.
Roughly, he says, “Hey, No Dating Diane.”
