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Knowing the blonde’s name.
Having her here—in the same house as my girlfriend—means my time has whittled down to nothing.
I waited to tell Cassia so I could share the full story, and now I don’t even have that. I just waited to tell her, and that makes a bad situation look even worse.
Brooks glances over at me. He’s the only one who has any clue what’s about to take place. His expression is caught somewhere between distaste and pity, like a judge handing down a guilty verdict.
“So this is where you guys all went off to. Stick around so a girl can get her bearings next time, huh?” The sound of her voice grates my ears, like nails screeching on a chalkboard.
“What happened to Kayla?” Finn asks.
I guess he knows her too.
Bailey shrugs, then tosses her hair over one shoulder. She’s wearing a tight, short dress meant to draw attention. The nearest group of guys are all laser-focused on her ass.
Her eyes settle on me. “Nice to see you, Holden.”
I want to walk away, but I force myself to stay still and simply nod. I feel Cassia’s eyes on me.
“I didn’t know you guys knew each other,” Finn says, glancing between me and Bailey. He’s drunk or oblivious or both.
“We don’t, really. He just spent a Friday night in my bed.” Bailey smirks, then takes a sip from the cup she’s holding.
Cassia stiffens beside me.
I want to punch something.
Finn scoffs. “What the hell are you talking about? Holden wouldn’t—” Then he catches a glimpse of my face, which must convey that Iwould, that Idid, and he finally shuts up.
“Excuse me,” Cassia says. Then walks off.
I don’t bother with a pleasantry.
I bail on the group and chase her down.
She’s already in the hallway by the time I catch up.
“Cassia!” I call. “Cassia, stop!”
She does. Whirls on me with an expression that chills my blood.
“What thefuck, Holden?”
She’s speaking at a normal volume, but I flinch like she’s shouting.
“I…”
She’s looking at me, waiting for an explanation, and I feel about two inches tall. Wish, more than anything, that I could tell her I have no clue what that girl was talking about and that I’ve never seen her before in my life.
Wish I wasn’t having to ask her forgivenessagain.
“Nothing happened,” I blurt.
That seems like the most important detail to convey. It sounds bad, and it probably looked even worse—at least Bailey didn’t mention she was naked—but it’s true.
“I can’t believe this.” Cassia scoffs, shakes her head, and then turns away.
I grab her arm as a reflex, holding her in place.
