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“Where’s Thane?” I ask Lyla.
“Oh, he left a little while ago with Jordan.”
“What?”
“He wanted to leave, so Jordan drove him back to the house. Why?”
“No reason.” I search the crowd again for the prospect but can’t find him either. “Did Jordan come back yet?”
“No, he must have gone on home.”
Or…he’s hooking up with Thane, in my house!
For the past few weeks, all I’ve heard at work is how he thinks Thane is hot. He told me I should make out with him again, see if the first time was a fluke. No matter how many times I told him that wasn’t going to happen, that I changed my mind, he still kept encouraging me, making comments about how good he bet Thane looked naked with all his muscles and tats…
I’m out the door without saying goodbye to anyone, planning to walk home from here if I have to, when I hear her voice behind me.
“Where you goin’, baby?” the blonde calls out to me when I’m at the edge of the gravel lot. I start to ignore her but realize she could get me there faster.
Turning around to face her, I ask, “Did you drive here?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you give me a ride back to my house?”
“Sure, baby. Hop in.”
She’s driving an older-model BMW with lots of dings on the sides and bumper. Either she drives drunk or can’t drive worth a shit.
We at least make it to my house without her hitting anything else. The light is off in Thane’s room and the rest of the house. Jordan’s car is parked in the driveway.
He’s still here, which means they have to be fucking, right? Thane’s a top. Jordan said bottoming felt good. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out they’re perfect for each other.
When the blonde turns the car off and opens her door to get out of the car, I stop her. “What are you doing?”
“Coming in with you.”
“Sorry, but I just needed a ride, not…company.”
Her bottom lip pokes out. “Are you sure? What about your birthday blowie?”
“I’ll pass. Thanks,” I tell her, then head for the front door without giving her a backward glance.
I jab my key into the lock as quickly as I can to let myself in, then march right down the hall to Thane’s room. I’m already making my plan to bust through the locked door…when I find it wide open.
I hear the sounds coming from the television before I see the two of them. They’re both stretched out on the bed, piles of pillows propping up their heads. Both of them are wearing all their clothes except for their shoes, and they’re lying on top of the covers.
“What are you doing?” I blurt out.
“WatchingFull Metal Jacket,” Jordan answers. “Want to join us?”
“No. Yes. Maybe?” I’m more confused than usual. Did I interrupt before they started humping each other?
I look between Jordan and Thane to try and figure that out as Jordan grabs the remote to pause the movie.
“Make your mind up,” Thane says as he props his arms behind his head and watches me.
Fucking hell. I have no clue what to say. It’s not like I’m gonna admit I was angry and jealous thinking about the two of them together. There’s no other logical reason why I’m standing here instead of getting my dick sucked by the blonde.
