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“It’s nothing.” He steps forward and playfully tugs on a strand of my hair. “It’s just good to see your smartass side coming out. It’s been kind of quiet tonight.”
“I guess so.” My mood sort of nosedives as I think of why I’ve been kind of off today.
Hungover.
Finding that note in my pocket.
Jax and Hunter getting into a little bit of a fight.
This party.
Being around people.
This game going on. Well, not beer pong but the families’ game.
That freaky as hell memory.
“Shit, don’t go there,” Hunter says, drawing me from my thoughts.
I blink. “What?”
He sighs. “Whatever I said that made your mood sink.”
“It wasn’t anything you said,” I assure him. When he continues to frown, I reach out and give his hand a squeeze. “I promise, bestie. I’m good. Although, I wouldn’t mind smoking a bit more when the game is over.”
His lips tug upward into a smile. “We can do that.”
“Awesome. You’re the bestest friend ever.” And I might be a bit more stoned than I thought.
I move to pull my hand away, but he tangles his fingers through mine, refusing to let go. I give him a funny look, and he grins, tugging me toward him
“It’s your turn, best friend,” he tells me in this weird tone that makes me feel all sorts of out-of-control shaky inside. “And this is how I’m going to show you.”
Before I can react, he moves up behind me. Then he bends down to pick up the ball that’s on the floor. When he stands back up, he lines his chest against my back, the scent of his cologne engulfing me. I breathe it in, probably looking like a freak, but whatever. I’m too buzzed at the moment.
“You smell good,” I murmur.
He stiffens and I think,Oh shit, should I have not said that aloud?
But then he slides an arm around me and breathes in my ear, “Well, you feel good, baby.” Then his lips lightly brush the hell of my ear.
My heart slams against my chest, over and over again. How in the hell am I supposed to respond to that?
And then he lightly blows on my neck, and I shiver.
He chuckles in my ear, and my lips twitch. I turn my head and glare at him, but his smile only widens.
“What?” He feigns innocence.
“You know what,” I tell him with a scowl.
It’s not real, though. I’m not even upset at all.
He knows it, too, and just keeps on smiling as he rotates us back toward the table. Then he puts the ball in my hand but doesn’t let go.
“You’re seriously going to throw this with me?” I question, turning my head and arching my brow at him.
“Hey, that’s cheating,” Benton interrupts, uncapping another beer. “It’s cool, though. We’re still gonna win.”
