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The muscle in his jaw twitches. “We can’t all be princesses like you.”
I grit my teeth, but before I can say anything, he slips through the glass door and into the apartment.
We finished moving in about an hour ago, just about the time the pizza came, so we sat down on the balcony to chill for a while. It felt like every bone and muscle in my body was hurting, but we were mostly done and just in time for classes to start.
The place was really great. Not only did it have three separate bedrooms, along with two bathrooms, a make-shift kitchen, living, and dining room, but it was also within walking distance from campus, which would make it easy since I didn’t bother bringing my car.
“She was legit mewing?” Matteo asks, returning my attention back to the current topic.
“No shit. It was hilarious. Hayden was passing by his room and heard it all. So he called us to come and listen. We almost pissed our pants as we were eavesdropping. Later he told us that he tried to keep his cool and thought it was a one-time deal, but no matter what he tried to do, the result was the same. Kiss? Mew. Touch? Mew.”
My body tingles, remembering exactly the feel of those hard hands and calloused fingertips touching my skin. A shiver runs through me at the phantom touch. Prescott Wentworth definitely knew how to touch a woman.
“Shit, that’s crazy.” Matteo shakes his head. “What did he do?”
“If I hadn’t been there, I wouldn’t have believed it. The dude practically ran us over as he dashed out of his dorm, half-laughing, half in a panic to get the girl out and away from him.”
The guys burst into laughter. And okay, it is a little bit funny. Mewing when you’re turned on? Who does that? But the poor girl didn’t deserve them making fun of her for it.
Schooling my features, I pinch Nixon’s side. “You guys are such pigs.” I roll my eyes. “Maybe the girl was mewing because he was a shitty lay. Ever thought of that?”
“Not particularly, no,” my brother muses, rubbing his chin. “But now that you mention it…”
“Of course not.” I finish my drink. With the way this night is going, I better bring out the whole bottle. “I’m going to grab more drinks; anybody needs a refill?”
There are a few nods in agreement around the table as I get up and grab the pitcher. I slide into the kitchen. The place is still messy, with a few unopened boxes sitting on the counter waiting to be emptied, but the vast majority are placed on the floor, opened, and ready to be recycled.
I look up and spot Prescott leaning against the doorway.
“Fucking hell. How long have you been standing there?”
He crosses his arms over his chest, completely unfazed. “Shitty lay, Cole? That’s the best you’ve got?”
I’m not sure which I hate more; when he calls me by my last name or doll.
I raise my brow at him. “Eavesdropping, Wentworth?”
He ignores my taunt. “I can assure you; these hands know exactly how to make a woman’s body sing.”
My stomach clenches at his words, and my mouth goes dry. I curl my fingers, my nails digging into my palms.
Get yourself in order, Jade.
“Or mew as it appears.”
I try to say it with a straight face, I really do, but it’s so damn hard. I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from laughing out loud, but it’s useless. The last thing I see before turning my back on him is Prescott’s eyes narrowed at me, a frown appearing between his brows.
Good, that makes two of us.
The cool air hits me in the face as soon as I open the fridge. I grab a stack of beer and place it on the counter before pulling out a bottle of mixed mojito and refilling the pitcher. Once done, I leave it in the sink and turn around, only to collide with a hard chest.
“That chick was crazy,” he mutters.
“Mhmm… it’s always the girl’s fault.”
“This doesn’t have anything to do with faults. It’s just a fact. She was freakingmewing. I couldn’t invent that shit up even if I tried really hard.”
I pat him on the chest, feeling the strong, warm muscles under my fingertips. “Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep better at night.”
