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"Conner!" someone squeals, dragging my eyes away from the happy couple. Looking to my left, I find Aimee stumbling her way over, clutching a small bottle of vodka to her chest.
I inwardly groan. Aimee has made it more than clear that she's interested in me helping her with more than just her math. But it seems she doesn't take my polite rejection seriously, because she tries to tempt me every time she sees me… which seems to be more often than necessary.
She trips over her own feet in her haste to get to me, and I just about manage to jump down in time to catch her.
"Whoa." I take the bottle from her hand. "I think you need to slow down a little."
"I'm good," she says, looking up at me and batting her eyelashes. Her small hands run up my chest and lock behind my neck. "You're so hot," she slurs.
My lips part to respond, to once again let her down gently, when movement over her shoulder catches my eye.
"Fuck," I breathe as my eyes lock with Kenny's before they drop down her barely clad body.
My mouth waters in a way that was all too absent when Aimee moved toward me in her tiny dress. My cock starts to swell as I imagine ridding Kenny of the few clothes she’s wearing. Until someone steps up behind her.
Aaron wraps his arm around her waist, encouraging her forward. She pays no attention to whatever he's saying to her, because her eyes are shooting daggers at Aimee's back.
He swipes a bottle of vodka from the side and passes it to her. She wastes no time in twisting the top and lifting it to her lips.
She downs half of it almost without blinking before lowering it when Aaron steps into her personal space and leans down to say something into her ear.
Aimee's body presses against my front, but the heat of her skin does nothing for me.
Kenny smiling up at Aaron, however, ignites a fire inside me that I have no chance of extinguishing any time soon.
Before I know what's happening, Aimee is up on her tiptoes and her lips are brushing against mine.
My eyes widen in shock right as Kenny glances over. If she's affected at all by seeing another girl attached to my face, then she doesn't show it.
She's either a much better actress than I ever remember her being, or she's not lying and there really is nothing between us anymore.
My body acts on instinct and my lips move against Aimee's. I shouldn't do it, deep down I know that, but the hurt that's been only getting worse since Kenny first woke up and ignored me is starting to get too much to bear.
Her tongue passes my lips right as Aaron leads Kenny toward the dancefloor.
She doesn't even fucking look back.
Anger erupts to the point at which my head starts to spin, and I pour every single ounce of it into Aimee's kiss. My hand threads into her hair and grips harshly. Her actions still for a beat, but it doesn't stop me.
It's not until her hand slips under the fabric of my shirt and her fingertips brush over my abs that reality slams into me.
"I'm... I'm sorry," I mumble against her lips, carefully pushing her away. The move is way gentler than I want it to be, but none of this is Aimee's fault.
It's mine.
All of it is mine.
"Conner, don't you..." she trails off, tears already starting to fill her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Aimee. I shouldn't have..." I don't hang around long enough to finish the sentence. Instead, I march to the edge of the dancing couples and look for Kenny and Aaron.
I find them almost instantly. His face is tucked into the crook of her neck, her head is thrown back, and his hands are so high on her legs he's almost exposing her ass to the entire room.
Oh, no. No, no, fucking no.
Before I think about my actions, I'm right in front of the two of them and pulling her out of his hands.
"Conner," she screeches, her eyes wide in shock. "What the hell are you—argh," she screams as I lift her from the ground and throw her over my shoulder.
