Then he’s making his way over to her.
He taps her shoulder.
She turns around.
Smiles at him.
It’s just to be polite, but still.
I can’t do anything. And since I’m the designated driver tonight, I can’t even get blackout. All I can do is stand there like a brain-dead fucking moron while the school’s quarterback flirts with my girlfriend.
Fifteen minutes in, I decide I can’t take any more of this hell. I tell Kendrick I’m going to get some air before storming off. Too bad he can’t get his tongue out of the ginger’s mouth long enough to reply.
I grab a beer in a cooler on my way to the backyard.
Fuck it.
I step onto the perfectly mowed lawn, wandering around and finding a quiet spot to drown my sorrows. I must chug my beer in less than five minutes.
She’s in there.
With him.
And I’m here.
Drinking the truth away. The truth being that she’d be better off with someone like him. Someone who wouldn’t hide her.
Rage spurts inside my stomach, and I lose it, chucking my empty beer against the brick house. It smashes, but the impact isn’t nearly as satisfying as I’d hoped, the noise drowned out by the booming pop music inside.
“Feel better?”
I jump, spinning to find Kass staring at me, worry plaguing her clear eyes. How long has she been standing there?
“Not even a little,” I say hoarsely.
She threads forward hesitantly.
“I’ve been looking for you.”
She has?
“Why?” I sneer.
“I-I was hoping we could talk about… earlier.”
“What? Sick of Luke already?” I snap.
She’s caught off guard.
“Look, if you’re going to be like this, I’m just going to go.”
Shit.
She hasn’t even taken a step before I’m striding across the lawn, leaping into her way and crashing my lips to her. She yelps in surprise, staggering backward and granting me a short, fleeting moment of peace. Our lips chase each other. Hungry. Avid. And I couldn’t give less of a fuck that someone could find our lonely spot and see us at any moment.
I grip her waist with both hands, easing her against the old shed sitting in the backyard. I suck her bottom lip between my teeth, and she moans into my mouth, flattening her tits against my chest. We claw at each other’s clothes, faces, necks, making out until my dick strains against my zipper.
“I love you. Is that what you want me to say?” I rasp in between kisses. “Because I’ll say it a hundred fucking times if I have to. I love you, Kass. I love you. I love you. I need you. Isn’t that enough?”