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“So, I told her,” says Marcus, “Bitch, you ain’t nothing to me. I got a whole house filled with better looking women. Younger even.”
Lucas sighs and I can see he is truly fighting the need to roll his eyes. “And what did she say, Marcus?”
Marcus chuckles before taking a long swig of his beer. “She screams. In the middle of the fucking restaurant. She just screams and throws her drink at me.”
I grind my teeth, not even wanting to know how or why this conversation was even taking place. Not all that long ago, Seth and his bros were pretty similar to Marcus. Screwing girls here and there and not caring about relationships or attachments.
Yet, now, looking at Lucas, I feel like that’s completely changed.
Hopefully.
“Funny,” says Lucas, downing the rest of his drink and slamming it down on the shelf next to him. He turns to me, sliding an arm over my shoulders and drags me to him. “What’s up?”
Smiling, I set my empty champagne glass next to his beer cup on the shelf and wrap my arms around his neck. “Dance with me?”
His brows rise, disappearing behind his bangs hanging loosely over his forehead. “Dance with you?” He chuckles and looks around. “Where?”
I guess I didn’t quite think my little ploy through, given most people were either drinking, talking, or playing drinking games, but the champagne was getting to my head and I knew Marcus wouldn’t follow us.
“Anywhere?” I shrug and Lucas laughs, his hand sliding down to my waist.
“Well, you heard the lady,” says Lucas, not bothering to look at Marcus as he guides me towards a space in the middle of the room.
I hear Marcus’s laughter behind us. “Yeah, yeah. Bitches right?”
Lucas’s smile slips and I see his expression darken into a deep scowl. He looks over his shoulder and I follow his gaze, watching Marcus’s form seem to shrink under Lucas’s look. “Her name is Rachel,” says Lucas.
Marcus shifts awkwardly from foot to foot, his eyes dropping to his drink in his hand. “Yeah. Right. Rachel.” He chuckles, which sounds more like he’s releasing air to ensure he’s still breathing before quickly turning around and dragging some other poor victim into another boring conversation.
Lucas sighs and shakes his head before turning back to me, his expression softening as our eyes meet. My heart warms as I gaze up at him, feeling like we had just achieved some wonderful milestone in our relationship.
“Now, where were we?” He asks, his hand stroking my hair behind my ear in a gentle caress I lean into.
“You don’t actually have to dance with me. I just wanted to save you from Marcus.”
“Oh?” Lucas’s smile brightens, making my heart skip a beat. “How shall I ever repay you?”
I giggle and go up onto my tiptoes, whispering into his ear, “I can think of a few things.”
Something twists inside me as I feel him shudder under my fingertips. His hands tighten on my waist, pulling me flush against him until my lips are just centimeters away from his. I watch his eyes flicker down to my lips, lingering there. His breath hitches and I feel our faces closing in on each other. I can practically taste the beer in his breath and excitement brims within me, wanting to feel his velvety tongue dance with mine.
“I’m not trashed!”
Lucas and I still, realization dawning in his eyes which I am sure I mirrored. We whirl around, watching Hunter bat Seth’s hands away from him before stumbling backwards. I watch in horror as Hunter trips over his feet, nearly stumbling into a group of women who scramble away from him.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Shouts a girl, her mascara smeared underneath her eyes, giving her a raccoon look.
Hunter’s eyes aren’t focusing. Something is wrong. I know it can’t just be the beer, although drinking five large cups surely didn’t help. It must be the combination with the pills. I watch Seth hesitantly step towards Hunter, as if he were an injured doe in the middle of the street. He holds up his hands, his back bent to appear small and innocent.
“Hunter, I’m just trying to help,” says Seth with a worried smile. “Lucas, Rachel, and I were thinking about getting out of here. Going swimming. Wanna join?”
“No,” says Hunter bitterly. Seth takes his hand, but Hunter smacks him away. “Get off me,” he slurs. “You can go. I’m staying.”
Seth sighs. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Hunter.”
Hunter scoffs and turns on his heel. He stops in front of the table filled with beer and liquor and pours himself another drink. “Well, you’re not the boss of me, Seth.”
Seth frowns and I can see he’s about to say something rude or insulting. I quickly step in, putting my hand on Hunter’s shoulder. He hisses and whirls around, scowling down at me before his expression softens, realizing it's me and not Seth.
