I’ve never witnessed sex before. Even if they are hiding it, there’s a camera not ten feet away—and equipped with zoom, I’m guessing. Surely the viewers will just think she’s wiggling around to get comfortable. Yep, bet her mom will buy that too when she watches.
Dalton’s head falls back and he moans, “Damn, like a dream come true.”
“I know, baby, I know,” she answers, her eyes open and a huge, pleased smile on her face. “It’s like you and I were meant to meet here. We practically have the same brain.”
“Or split a small one,” Cruz grumbles, vigilant at his post beside Emma.
A smirk crosses my lips, and I get one in return when I glance his way—his first not-murderous expression of the night.
“We sure do. You’re just my type.” Dalton‘s head snaps up and he grabs the back of hers, pulling her closer for a sloppy kiss.
“I was thinking the same thing, Smoopy,” Dana croons against his mouth, her back arching.
“Are they—” Emma starts to ask, as though unaware she’s speaking aloud. Yes, it’s that shocking.
“Aaand we’re done here!” Cruz barks.
Dalton’s lips fall to Dana’s chest that I have a feeling won’t remain covered for much longer. I finally whip around to spare myself the view, wobbly on my feet.
“Easy there,” Cruz whispers, his hands steadying me at my waist.
I’m drunk; he and I both know. In fact, everyone does—except my boyfriend, who’s still reliving game plays.
“Thanks,” I mumble as he releases me. I lean back to catch his eyes—the ones that move from me across the lawn, narrowing when they land on Oakley. I expect Cruz to call out for him to come get his mess of a girlfriend, but instead, he turns abruptly to his sister.
“Come on, Em, time to head to bed. I’ll walk you ladies up too.” He glares into me. “Since you have no escorts. It’s late, and liquor’s flowing. Let’s go.”
Emma’s pouting but she stands, as does Callie with a yawn, while Jasmine questions me silently.
“I’d, uh…better wait for Oakley. He wouldn’t—”
“Quarterback!” Cruz shouts in his direction.
“He’s a lineman,” I cut in, but Cruz just shakes his head and continues.
“Seeing these ladies back to the house!”
Oakley manages to raise a hand in “Thanks, bro” acknowledgment. I refuse to look at anyone, painfully aware tears will spring to my eyes if I see puzzled disappointment in theirs.
The five of us head up to the house without a word—that is, until Emma can no longer hold in what the rest of us are still mulling over in our hazy brains.
“So, I’m not crazy—they were having sex, right?”
Cruz rumbles a “Jesus” as we all do our best to continue an unglamorous walk/stumble, holding onto each other and him through fits of laughter.
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
About the Author
Other Books by S.E. Hall
Playlist
Acknowledgements