I brushed my lips over her cheek, bypassing her offered mouth.
“No fair. I wanted a real kiss.” Her pout intensified so it was no longer cute and crossed into petulant.
I winked at her. “I like to keep things interesting.”
She giggled like I’d made the funniest joke ever, and draped her arms over my shoulders.
I shifted back, putting some space between us.
“Soooooooo, you wanna come back to my place?” She batted her eyes as she ground down on my crotch.
“Can’t.” I unwound her arms from my neck and shifted her off my dick.
Neither I nor it was interested.
“Come on.” She pouted again. “We had fun last year.”
“We did.” I pulled her off my lap and deposited her on the bean bag next to me. “But that was last year.”
“You like Ashleigh, don’t you?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Ash and Ash. It’s gross.”
“Who?”
I had no idea who Ashleigh was.
“She’s in my sorority. Blonde, tall. Has fucked half the guys at school.”
I bit back a smile. That basically described every girl in Gen’s sorority, including her.
“Nope. Still not ringing a bell.”
“Darcy?”
Her I knew. She was gorgeous, but she had a thing for football players and had a habit of giggling at everything a guy said to her, even if it wasn’t a joke or funny.
“I’m not interested in anyone right now.”
It was true. I thought tons of girls were hot, and quite a few guys too, but that was my dirty little secret.
At fifteen, I’d realized I liked both guys and girls but had kept it to myself for years because I’d been trying to figure out that I was indeed bi and not just confused. Then I’d seen the shit Jules went through when he’d been outed and decided to keep it quiet.
Being straight was easier, and I could always hook up with guys on the DL. There were enough closeted and questioning boys on campus I never lacked for a discreet partner when I wanted one.
“Then why not me?” she asked, her voice whiny and annoying.
“Because you’re drunk.”
“So are you.”
“No, I’m not.” I’d had one drink and was barely buzzing.
“I don’t mind.” She twirled a lock of golden hair around her finger, her talon-like nails gleaming in the light. “It’s not taking advantage if I want you to.”
“You’re not sober enough to make that decision.”
“Ugh. You’re so annoying when you’re being a good person.” She rolled her eyes and stood. “I’m going to find someone who can see what a catch I am.”
She flounced out of the room, and Tripp snickered.