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“Is that the campus DJ?” I asked, thinking no one would be able to hear.
“Yeah, from the radio station!” someone answered.
I turned to see Prism standing beside me. He was also without a shirt, stripes of paint streaking his defined chest and abs.
Grabbing his chin, I pushed his head to look into his ears. “No earbuds!” I yelled over the music.
“Like I need them in here,” he yelled back. His eyes went back to the DJ.
“You know him?” I called.
He shook his head. “Just from the radio.”
Kruger appeared. He was wearing a pair of glow-in-the-dark neon-green sunglasses and was also missing his shirt and holding a beer. “Bros!”
Grabbing the pen out of my pocket, I leaned in and drew a green mustache under his nose. Prism laughed.
On her way past, a girl covered in body paint and wearing only a bikini top stopped. “You guys are Elite?”
We all nodded.
She pulled out a hot-pink pen. “Sign me!”
We scrawled our names across her chest, and then Kruger pulled her onto the dance floor, motioning for us to join him.
Prism went first, and I glanced around to see Win already in the middle of a hot-girl sandwich. He caught my eye and grinned like he’d won the lotto.
I started forward, but a hand fell onto my shoulder, and I jolted around.
Theo held up his hand. “Didn’t mean to scare you!” he yelled, leaning in. “I called your name, but it’s too loud.”
I nodded, relaxing. “Great party!” I hollered back.
“Thanks!” He had about ten multicolored glowing necklaces around his neck, and he reached up to pull away a pink and purple one, gesturing for me. I bent my head, and he slipped them around my neck.
“Awesome!” I yelled, looking at them against my pecs.
He pulled out a fistful of markers and gestured to me. I hesitated for one second and then shrugged. Sure, why the hell not? It was paint, not glue.
Uncapping a pen with his teeth, he reached out, hand palming my bare waist. I jolted at the contact, not really expecting him to just touch me like that. His skin was hot, likely because it was a million degrees in here, and his grip was firm but not aggressive.
“Okay?” he asked, gesturing toward my stomach.
I nodded. He shifted closer, our feet bumping, and my stomach dipped a little. His head bent, and he started drawing long, light strokes across my stomach. His hand stayed clamped on my waist the entire time.
When he was done, he glanced up, our eyes colliding before he stepped back. “Done!”
I glanced down and laughed. He’d drawn a rainbow arching over my belly button. And right under it was the arrow my brother drew.
“Nice!” I yelled.
“Now me!” he insisted, forcing the pens into my hand.
“Where?” I asked, glancing at his bare chest but noting how colorful it already was.
He pointed to a bare spot over his heart. “Saved this spot for you.”
He was totally flirting with me. I wasn’t sure I liked it. I wanted to, though.
