Is me.
It becomes that much harder to breathe. He won’t flinch. Not for one second. The craziest part is, I have no idea if that thing in his gaze is hate…
Or desire.
Intimidated, I split the eye contact, only to realize the others have already moved on to the next question. I can’t seriously be the only one noticing this tension. Jesus. It isn’t nearly long enough before Zoey’s turn rolls back around. I know she’s got a plan in mind when she shoots Callie a mischievous look.
What now?
“Will, who’s the person you fantasized about in this circle?”
I can’t blame her. She’s only trying to help her friend out. So why do I feel betrayed?
“Is that even a question?” Callie snorts confidently.
Again, Will’s eyes find me.
For fuck’s sake, he’s got to stop doing that. He’s going to give me a heart attack.
Then, because my life is a bad joke, the exact moment Will looks at me is the moment Luke decides to grow some balls and make a move, sliding his hand up my bare thigh. Will sees it, his glare shadowing Luke’s movement.
“Hello?” Zoey urges. “Answers?”
Callie chuckles. “How’s that for an answer?”
She doesn’t waste a single second, gripping Will’s face with both hands and smashing their mouths together for a slow, heated kiss. He doesn’t kiss her back.
Until… he does.
She adds tongue.
He lets her.
That’s how I know I have to fucking go. Because Morgan was right. My brain can deny it, but the ache in my chest doesn’t lie.
It’s more than physical.
I like him.
I like Will.
And I wish I was the one kissing him right now.
“I’m going to go check on Morgan,” I tell Zoey and rush out of the laundry room without so much as a goodbye. By the time Luke calls my name, I’ve already rejoined the raging party and lost myself into the crowd.
I triple text Morgan, check the first-floor bathrooms to no avail, and run into Alex, who tells me he found her puking her guts out in the upstairs bathroom. Anxiety and guilt grip me. I should’ve checked on her ages ago.
I knock once. “Morgan? Are you okay? It’s me.”
“Come in,” the faintest of voices replies.
Zoey’s words crawl back into my brain as I burst into the bathroom to find Morgan half-passed-out on the toilet seat.
Amazing night, huh?
Amazing, my ass.
“I’ll be right back with some water,” I assure Morgan, heading out of the vacant bedroom I transferred her into. Lying on the king bed in a star position, she rambles on about how she’ll never drink again. Funny enough, in contrast to the many drunk girls I’ve heard say that at parties in the past, I actually believe her.