“You do realize that’s the first thing you’ve said to me since you dumped me over text, and you chose ‘Have you seen Winter’?”
He winces. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be an asshole. It’s just… I really need to know where she is.”
Deep breaths, Kass.
“And I need to know how you can have your head so far up your own ass you lack basic human decency.” I give him my best fuck you smile. “Too bad we don’t always get what we want.”
His jaw drops.
With that said, I walk off.
The farther I get, the quicker any remnant of the love I ever felt for the idiot is drained out of my system. On second thought, I don’t care that Blake dumped me.
He lost me.
I didn’t lose shit.
The guys, Winter, and I were all supposed to carpool together after the party—Alex, the saint that he is, agreed to be the designated driver—but I’m not sticking around until midnight. I’ll just get an Uber. I’m texting Winter to let her know I’m going home early when someone taps me on the shoulder.
“Kass, hey.”
Seriously?
Again?
“Luke.” I barely manage a smile and reprimand myself for being rude. It’s not his fault I’m having a bad night.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
Why? So you could also ask me where Winter is?
“Do you want a drink?”
No, I want to sleep.
“I’m good, thanks.”
“You sure?” he insists.
“Hundred percent. I was thinking of calling it a night.”
“Already? The party’s just started.” He sounds disappointed.
“I know, but I’m exhausted.”
He nods. “Oh, all right, then. Before you go, I wanted to ask…”
Please don’t ask me out.
“I was wondering if—”
“There you are.”
My breathing spikes when I take in the six foot something of sarcasm and muscles next to me. Holding a red cup in one hand and what seems to be a brownie in the other, Will stares at me, lazy smirk on display, eyes a bit red from… I’m not sure I want to know. At first, I wonder why he was looking for me. Then I realize I don’t give a damn, and he’s bringing me the perfect excuse on a silver platter.
“About time. What took you so long?”
Luke frowns.