Molly’s hands tug at my jeans, unfastening the button, and I close my eyes as her warm lips wrap around my cock.
Afterward, she doesn’t say a word, and neither do I, when she wipes her fingers across her swollen lips. Molly stands, pulling her dress down to cover her body as much as the scrap can, and she leaves the room.
I lie there, on a bed that isn’t mine, and stare at the ceiling for a few minutes more before wandering out into the hallway. The party is still going; the floors are getting messier and messier by the minute. A group of three drunk girls holding hands walks by.
“You guys are my best friends,” the shortest of the three says.
One of them is wearing a blue sweater, her eyes bloodshot as she stumbles down the hall, nearly tripping over her feet. “I love you both!” she replies, her eyes filling with tears.
Drunk girls are there, crying and being “best friends” with everyone . . .
Logan appears at the end of the hall, a crooked smile on his face and a drink in each hand. He offers me one, but I shake my head.
“Yours is water,” he says, holding the red cup between us.
I grab it, bringing it to my nose to smell the liquid. “Erm, thanks.” I take a drink of the cold water and ignore the way Logan is silently judging me for drinking water.
“The house is packed, man,” he says to me, clearing his throat with a grimace. “This cheap vodka burns like a bitch.”
I don’t say anything, I just let my eyes roam around the hall as we walk toward the stairs.
“Oh, hey, I saw that Tessa chick go into your room,” he says from behind me. I turn to face him.
“What?”
“She went in there, with Steph. Steph’s sick, puking in the bathroom.”
“Why would they go into my room?” I raise my voice. I could have sworn I locked it. No one goes into my room. Sick or not. They especially don’t go in there to throw up on my things.
He shrugs. “Don’t know. Just warning you.”
Logan disappears into the crowd as I head toward my room. Steph knows better than to go into my room—why didn’t she warn her little tagalong?
I enter in a huff, and sure enough, standing next to my bookshelf is Tessa. I immediately notice that her hand is on my oldest copy of Wuthering Heights. The worn pages show its use to me.
“Why the hell are you in my room?” I say to her. She doesn’t even flinch. She gently closes the book in her hands.
“I asked you what the hell you are doing in my room?” I repeat, just as harsh as the first time. I cross the room take the book from her and toss it back onto the shelf where it belongs. She still hasn’t answered me; she’s standing there, near my bed, with wide eyes and a closed mouth.
“Nate told me to bring Steph in here . . .” she whispers. She waves her hand in the direction of my bed. Steph is passed out on the mattress, and I’m not happy about that one bit. “She drank too much, and Nate said—”
I’ve heard enough.
“I heard you the first time,” I calmly interrupt her.
“You’re a part of this fraternity?” she asks, her voice curious and a tad bit judgmental. Not that I’m in any way surprised by this. I’m used to being judged, especially around rich kids with haughty attitudes. I don’t think this girl is rich, though. Her dress looks like it came from a consignment store instead of a department store, which surprises me, for some reason.
“Yeah, so?” I step toward the nosy girl, and she backs away, hitting the bookcase in the process. “Does that surprise you, Theresa?”
“Stop calling me Theresa,” she snaps at me.
Feisty.
“That’s your name, isn’t it?”
Sighing, she turns away from me. I glance over at my bed as she attempts to leave the room.
“She can’t stay in here,” I say to her. No way is Steph sleeping in my bed all night.
“Why not? I thought you guys were friends?”
How sweet . . . how naive.
“We are, but no one stays in my room.” I cross my arms over my chest and get a good look at her. Her eyes are following the tattoos inked onto my arms. I like the way she’s looking at me, trying to figure me out. It’s exciting, even—to be examined in this way . . . she’s intrigued, and it’s obvious.
.tif gnirats reh fo tuo pans ot smees ehS
”?moor ruoy otni emoc nac uoy htiw tuo ekam ohw slrig ylno oS“ .strons ehS ”.ees I . . . hhO“
.taht ot pots a tup ot deen I dna ylkciuq ytterp niks ym rednu gnitteg s’ehs tub ,ti no regnif ym tup t’nac I .ylloM neve ro ,seod hpetS naht level repeed a no em setatirri lrig siht tuoba gnihtemos tub . . . tiftuo suoedih taht htaenrednu neddih sevruc rellik dna riah dnolb gnoL .namhserf ytsief elttil eht ta elims tub pleh t’nac I
”.epyt ym ton er’uoy ,yrros ,em htiw tuo ekam ot tnaw uoy yas ot gniyrt er’uoy fi tuB .moor ym t’nsaw tahT“
.regna dna tnemssarrabme otni tsiwt ecaf reh hctaw dna elims I
”. . . era uoy . . . era uoY“
.sdrow gnitlusni eht dnif ot sthgif ehs sa elbatrofmocnu leef I
”.smrod eht ot kcab yaw a dnif ll’I dna ,moor rehtona ot reh ekat uoy neht . . . lleW“
.dnoces eht yb erom dna erom ffo em gnissip s’ti flesreh fo erus os s’ehS ?eM
.ti hguorht sklaw dna rood eht snepo ehS ?ehs dluoW .ereh ni hpetS evael yllautca t’ndluow ehS
.desserpmi tub—deyonnA .desserpmi ylthgils m’I .thguoht I naht sllab erom sah ehs ,nmaD
.rood moordeb ym smals ehs sa reh ot lley I ”!aserehT ,thgin dooG“
.sraey wef tsal eht ni emoceb ev’I ohw wonk t’nod I .elbazingocer ylerab si ti ni gnidnats nam eht esuaceb ylniam ,noitnetta ym sehctac llaw ym no rorrim ehT .debrutsid neeb evah thgim sah esle tahw gniees ,moor eht fo peews lausiv a ekat I
.morf emoc sah ecaf ym no won elims diputs eht erehw dnatsrednu t’nod I ,ylgnisirprus erom tuB
.htiw yot ot nuf s’ehs tub ,yerp lausu ym ton s’ehS ?lrig wen siht fo esuaceb ti sI ?lausu naht erom hcum os siht yojne I did yhW .seitrap eseht gnirud elpoep suoixonbo htiw gnirekcib ot desu m’I
.em morf nwod kcab t’ndluow dna pih reh no dnah reh decalp ylnrobbuts ehs yaw ehT .edutitta reh dna asseT tuoba gnikniht flesym dnif I .secalp esrow ni tpels s’ehs yleruS .eb deen fi ,yawllah eht ni reh pord dna—ereh fo tuo reh yrrac ot etaN teg ot evah lliw I .od ot gnihton evah I ,deb ym ni hpetS htiw dna ,moor ym sllif sriatsnwod morf esion ehT
