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“Thanks!” Glancing around the crowded kitchen we stood in, I felt compacted, my palms sweating more than the condensation of the bottle. Without even smelling it, I gulped half of the beer to ease my nerves. When I paused for a breath, the bitter aftertaste flooded the back of my tongue, and I looked around quickly for something to wash it down with.
“You want something else?” Tim must have noticed my reaction. Before I responded, he was already sliding over to a cooler on the floor filled with what looked to be a bright red juice. He filled a Solo cup and handed it to me. It tasted overly sweet and had chunks of oranges and pineapples in it.
“Yum!”
“Yeah, that’s usually what girls like.” He nodded at me with a smile.
Tim wasn’t ugly. He was probably even handsome to other women. Likely, he had muscles underneath his T-shirt. His dark blonde hair was styled neatly, but his face was one of those that looked like he was always about to cause trouble.
He wasn’t Eli.
“Babe! I’ll be back for you in a minute!” A busty brunette woman wearing a short red skirt pulled Piper into the dining room. I was alone with Tim and about a hundred strangers.
Latching my fingers together around the sweaty cup, I tried to relax my shoulders, which had found their way up to my ears. Barely an inch of space was available in the house, and the closeness of so many bodies made my heart race. I’d seen teen drama movies. I knew everything bad that could happen, and despite putting my hand over my cup, I still felt ill prepared without my best friend by my side.
“You wanna dance?” Tim’s breath reeked of alcohol as he leaned in to ask.
Chugging the last of my juice, I shrugged. “Okay.” If Piper was off having fun, I should, too. That is what people did at parties, right?
Tim led me into the living room with a hand on the small of my back. Turning sideways and shuffling through bodies didn’t leave much room for dancing. Most people were just bumping into each other or swaying to the rhythm of the music. Tim slipped his heavy arms around my waist to stop me, then pressed his chest into my back and rocked.
With the tightness of the crowd, the humidity rose, making it difficult to breathe. Crackling speakers blared noise that wasn’t so much music as it was loud yelling with a heavy beat. Despite my body feeling loose, the drinks made my stomach roll. Between the heat rising from so many bodies packed together and the tension of being sandwiched in Tim’s arms, I decided college parties were not my scene and squirmed to get free. It was time to go home.
“You wanna go upstairs?”
“What?”
“You wanna get out of here?” Tim pressed his lips over my ear so I’d hear him better.
“No, I need to find my friend!”
As soon as the words left my mouth, Piper jumped on top of a table in the dining room next to us, red Solo cup held high as if it were a trophy. With a tug on her arm, she pulled the brunette girl with her, and the two started yelling into the crowd at the base of the table. Everyone shouted and lifted their arms at the couple. Piper threw back her cup, then planted a big kiss on her companion as the crowd cheered.
“That your friend?” Tim asked, and I nodded. Swimming through bodies, I squeezed my way over to her.
“Piper!” Snatching her hand waving by her side, I squeezed it to get her attention. Her bright smile gazed at me, and she gripped my hand back, then tried to pull me up onto the table, but I shook my head. Beckoning her with a finger, she bent down to hear me. “Have you been drinking? How are we getting home?”
“Oops! Sorry, Essa! I think I’ll be here longer than I thought. Are you not having fun?” Darting her dark blue eyes to Tim behind me, she raised her brows quickly up and down. While she was kneeling down, the brunette handed her another cup of liquor, and she downed it, then stood up and danced with her new friend.
Tim stroked up and down my arm with the back of his fingers, then grasped my hand in his. Confused about what to do next, I felt myself being pulled toward the narrow wooden staircase, and followed Tim upstairs. We reached a small, messy bedroom with posters of baseball players and a naked woman smiling at the camera, covered in cum. Spinning around the room on my heel, I took inventory of everything. “Classy.”
Tim plopped down on his unmade bed. “Thought it would be quieter up here. I could talk with you.”
“Nice room,” I said while pointing to the woman on the wall.
“You like that? We could make that happen.”
My brow furrowed. “Uh, no.”
Tim patted the bed next to him, and I eased myself down onto the edge. Aside from Stephen Messer, Piper, and Eli, I hadn’t kissed anyone, and it seemed like… Yep. Tim leaned over to kiss me.
Thin, beer-tasting lips pressed into mine. Before I could back away, his fingers laced through my hair and grabbed my head as if we were in the throes of passion. It was as if we were playing our parts in a romance movie like we were supposed to have some connection, but Tim was playing a role of a character that didn’t suit him. I forcefully pulled back from him.
“Come on. I’ve seen you before. Playing the virgin again?” The lids covering his eyes were half down as he stared at my lips, then chest. Half his mouth curled up into a smirk.
“Wh-what?”
“Your video is fucking hot. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jerked to it.” He leaned toward my face again. “Show me what it’s like to fuck a porn star.”
