Lacey
“Aw,justonemore,”Polly said when I put my hand over the short glass. She could pack much more alcohol away than me and still not feel the effects. It didn’t matter that she was only five foot three and at least three inches shorter than me because the girl could seriously drink.
She tried to pour me another drink as though she was on a mission to get me drunk. And yes, the vodka cranberry drinks I had on my birthday were gorgeous, but after four of them, I let Seb… phew… I’m not blaming the drink; I enjoyed it and didn’t need it last night in the gym showers. I smiled because the man was gorgeous and I could kiss his lips forever and I hoped things between us would go a lot further.
I mean, we’d already gone a lot further. And boy was he was a man who knew how to use his tongue. But he still hadn’t said what he wanted, either being a friend with benefits or if it was going to develop into a relationship. But whatever it was, there was definitely a connection between us.
“No, I’m not used to it,” I said, hauling my skinny dark blue jeans over my hips. I rummaged through my wardrobe, deciding on a top, and pulled out a crisp white shirt.
“Are you wearing that?” Polly said behind me, and I spun to see her glaring at my outfit.
“It’s only a game of pool and a couple of drinks.”
“Yeah, but with Blake and Jack. The two hottest guys on campus,” she said with a wink.
“Well, that depends on who’s deciding. I think Seb Colton is pretty hot.”
And here I was, about to go on a date with the gorgeous Jack, but Seb was the only man I wanted. What was it about him I couldn’t get out of my mind? It started ever since we sat at the table on my birthday? His intense gaze as we looked at each other while everyone around us was arguing. It didn’t matter to me because I couldn’t take my eyes off him, and I knew he was thinking about me.
The negative to Seb was him having Carter as his friend, which just made the situation awkward. And I felt awful when I told him I was still going on a date with Jack and Blake, though I was secretly happy it would get back to Carter. I failed to say it was purely friendly.
“And so is Carter, but I don’t see you on a date with him. And there’s Kane. You never said what went on between you two because whatever it was, you were both flushed.”
“We were fighting… I mean literally fighting,” I said and sighed. “The guy is infuriating.”
I had a feeling Kane tried to get a rise out of me each time he called me princess and although it still angered me; him saying it, it no longer hurt me. I’d seen him stare at me occasionally, and other times we’d bumped into each other after class, I’d usually make an excuse and leave because I didn’t know how to take him after the day he kissed me.
Polly raised an eyebrow. “Is that what it’s called now?”
I laughed. “Really, I pulled a judo move on him, and he countered.”
Remembering his kiss wasn’t anything exciting. Polly was right. He didn’t kiss—maybe he didn’t know how to. I shook that thought away because there was no way a man like that couldn’t kiss. He just didn’t want to kiss me any other way than how he did. It was simple—he didn’t like me. Maybe that was what he was about to say that day. The day Polly interrupted him.
There was something different about Kane, just not sure what thatthingwas yet, but he was definitely deeper than the rest. So deep I’d have to get inside his mind before I’d understood him, but I wasn’t sure Kane would let anyone inside the walls he’d erected and he certainly wouldn’t knock them down himself.
Maybe I should teach Kane to kiss.
No.
Polly smiled and tilted her head to one side. “I like Ryan, he’s sweet.”
Ryan was sweet, but strange because his words defied his kisses. He was harder and more dominating than I expected him to be. He definitely hid a secret side. And while Seb had a fun and dirty side to him, one I knew Carter had too, I didn’t see that with Ryan. He was more serious. He was definitely the opposite of the rest of the guys.
Stop thinking of them.
“Funny, I thought you wanted Blake?” I said, knocking my drink back and needing to take my mind away from the guys.
Polly frowned. “We’re good friends.”
I laughed.
“I’m not what he is looking for,” she said, taking my glass and putting it onto the small counter. She took the bottle and filled the two small glasses to the brim.
“No more,” I said and shook my head at the glass. “You’re going on a date with Blake tonight.”
“It’s not a date. It’s four people on a night out.” She hovered over me with the glass until I took hold of the other shot of tequila. “Sit down and let me look through your wardrobe.”
I burst into a fit of laughter. “If nothing is happening with you and Blake, then what happened the other week on my birthday night? You never came home.”