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“Goodb—”
“Fuck.” I toss the tin, and it rattles onto the dresser. “I signed up for this?”
“No. We’re both single.”
“Okay, okay.” I take Willow’s hands and deposit her on the edge of the bed. I settle into my leather gamer chair.
“What’s the Green Room, Cam? Is it the club you took me to?”
The club . . . Running a heavy hand over the back of my neck, the man in me who’s fallen for her begs to come clean.
I weigh my options. The entire truth is out of the question. The shit about her mother would break her. In a year—if we last a year—I’ll tell her all about the Green Room then.
Fuck me.How to spin this? I roll with what Willow had insinuated. Is it the club you took me to?
“Yeah,” I nod.
“You get paid to let students in to drink, gamble on fights—”
“Yup, I get paid. My tattoo shop ain’t gonna open itself. Anyway, they gotta be eighteen, though.” That only became a rule after my birthday.
“Far as I recall, the drinking age in Cali isn’t eighteen.”
“True.” I get onto my knees, planting myself between Willow’s legs.
“No, we’re still talking.” She slides her forearms into my way. I grip them, bringing her arms behind her.
“Yeah, still talking. Listen, you like running. I like my tattoos. I’ve got a shop to open up one day, Lo. I need the money.”
“I hate running,” she mumbles the lie. “Besides the point. It’s illegal, bad.”
“My team has a bunch of fail-safes in order. Amir, you must’ve seen him around.”
“Hmmm, you’ve super fans at school. Oh, was he on your family yacht a few weeks ago?”
“You heard my mom. We don’t have a yacht.”
Sucking in air, Willow guesses. “That was for the Green Room. Very elaborate.”
Each time she says it, I set my mouth in stone and share another scrap. “Amir was setting up.”
“Like what, those Jell-O shots?”
I nod, though we’re entering choppy waters. I think of a safer avenue. “Courtney. She wears Crocs.”
“Heh, I don’t mind your friendship with her.” Willow chuckles. “Seems more you and Amir’s style than Courtney’s. So, where do her party planning skills factor in?”
“They don’t.” Fuck, to steer away from Amir’s role, I set myself up. “Court’s father’s an attorney. Always good to have one on our team. But the Green Room’s exclusive. The assholes—”
Musing, Willow gasps, “Ahhh, I see. That’s why River was so annoyed when we left the other night.”
“You keep your distance from Riv, though. He’s not the male equivalent to Court.”
She laughs, back falling onto the pillows with me on top of her.
“Remember what I said about shoving my cock down your throat?”
Happiness glitters in her gaze. She quips, “Yeah, but you forget one important fact: my cherry’s gone, Cam.”
