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“I’ve put you through hell, Theo…”
“You wereinhell,” he answers quickly. “The moment that car struck the guardrail you’ve been in hell. I just—” He breathes. Composes himself. And out of nowhere, his façade fractures, and he looks at me with so much love in his eyes—a love so deep and impossible that I know he must have had to fight this feeling every single day that I’ve been around him. A love as big as this takes a monumental effort to hide. “I did the only thing I could think of. I followed. I went down into hell with you. I wasnevergoing to leave you there, in darkness, alone.”
20
THEO
THREE YEARS AGO
I hate this fucking song.
I’vealwayshated it.
I’m going to kill whoever keeps playing it on repeat. Kieran’s never thrown a party before and you can tell. The dude needs some fucking pointers. Pointer number one: don’t allow everyone access to the sound system. Hire a DJ. Make a fucking playlist. At least confiscate the iPad connected to your shitty speakers so that this bullshit doesn’t happen.
The sound of ‘I’m Blue’by Eiffel 65 kicks in again, and I grind my teeth together, downing the rest of my beer. The last thing I need is an empty cup right now. I’m crossing the roiling crowd of Juniors dancing in Kieran’s trashed living room, when Seb swoops down the stairs and grabs me by the arm.
“I just fucked Sawyer Smith in the ass on Dave Littlemore’s desk.”
Dave, Mr. Littlemore—Kieran’s District Attorney father—will have a fit if he finds out about that. Seb doesn’t look too concerned, though. He looks like the cat who just busted in a cheerleader’s backdoor.
“Congratulations,” I say, rolling my eyes. More beer. I need more fucking beer for this. I didn’t even want to come to this, but I’d bailed on Seb’s brothers dumb First Night party at the beginning of the month, so I hadn’t really had much of a choice. Heading for the kitchen, I shove my way through swaying, sweaty bodies.
“What’s your deal, man? You always said Sawyer had the best ass at Toussaint. Six months ago, you told me you wanted to fuck her so bad you thought your balls were gonna explode.”
I huff under my breath. “Oh yeah? And if I did say that, then what kind of friend does that makeyou?”
“That makes me quality control, asshole. Can’t have you dipping that precious Merchant wick into potentially spoiled goods.”
“I’d say she’s definitely spoiled goods now thatyou’vehad your dick in her ass.” I grab the tap to the keg and start filling up my solo cup.
“Ahhhh, come on. We’re brothers. Brothers share. You’ll be pleased to know that I didn’t completely ruin that tight little asshole. Give her a week and she’ll be good to go.”
“You’re disgusting.” I chug half the beer and go right back to refilling it. Somewhere at this raging dumpster fire of a party, Sorrell Voss is dancing with Ashley and Beth. It’s been three weeks since she returned from New York, and things have been…strange.
I can’t stop looking at her.
I can’t stop thinking about her.
I. Want. To. Fuck. Her. Senseless.
I never thought about her before, not like this. So why the hell am I doing so now?
Could have something to do with the fact that she’s fucking beautiful, the annoying voice in the back of my head suggests.Or the fact that her tits look incredible, and you want to bury your face between those, long, gorgeous, tanned legs of hers and suffocate yourself in her cunt.
My cheeks flare red hot at the graphic thought, unable to contain the rush of heat that fires directly to my cock. I have been thinking about that a lot. My best friend. I’ve been obsessing over what my best friend’s pussy tastes like. I’m fuckingbrokenor something. I used to tease her for eating her own hair when she was five, for fuck’s sake.
Seb jostles me, shoving me out of the way so he can refill his own drink. “Look. All I’m saying—”
“I know perfectly well what you’re saying. And have at it, dude. You want to go around fucking half the academy then be my guest. Doesn’t mean I have to.” The kitchen is a mess. A group of kids are gathered around the marble island, playing drinking games. One by one, they draw little folded slips of paper from a glass bowl, pulling either a truth or a dare. One of the girls squeals when she discovers that she’s been dared to flash everyone in the room. She pretends she doesn’t want to, that she’s shy, but the huge shit-eating grin on her face as she lifts up her shirt and jumps up and down, making her tits bounce, says she’s perfectly fine with it. More than fine.
Momentarily distracted, Seb gapes at the chick, and I attempt to make my exit. The captain of the lacrosse team has other plans. His hand clamps around the top of my arm like a vice.
“I’m getting pretty sick of you manhandling me.” I pepper my tone with a hint of malice.
“Come on. You love it,” he retorts.
I’m about to demonstrate to him just how much Idon’tlove it when Ashley and Beth enter the kitchen, clinging onto each other, laughing like witches. They’re holding each other up; fuck knows how much they’ve already had to drink.
