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Authors: Julia Crane
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was always in need of a cut.
Tristen preceded them out the door and Galen’s eyes caught hers. “Hey, Lauren.”
Without warning, Lauren’s heart skipped a beat. She had always really liked him. He never made her feel uncomfortable, and he wasn’t obnoxious like most of Tristen’s friends. Unable to stop the errant thought, she mused, If I were single, I would be so into him . Then she flushed as she realized what she was thinking. That was so not fair to Tristen.
“Hi, Galen.” Lauren smiled at him and hoped she wasn’t blushing. I love Tristen , she reprimanded herself. So much.
His amber gaze lingered on hers until he passed through the doorway.
Outside, Garret smirked as he whipped his car keys from his pocket and dangled them in the air. “I’m driving.”
Great . Garret had a lead foot and liked to antagonize the cops. Lauren hoped they would make it to Tony’s in one piece.
His shiny red Jaguar was parked on the street—in direct violation of Tristen’s homeowner’s association regulations. Garret was such an arrogant jerk. Lauren shook her head, but kept her opinion to herself.
“Shotgun!” Connor yelled.
Lauren, Tristen, and Galen piled into the back—a tight fit with Lauren squished between the two men. She glanced to her left, sneaking a peek at Galen, who had his face turned away, his long fingers tapping on his knees absently. His thigh felt abnormally hot where it rested against hers.
Oh my gods, I have to stop being stupid. She sighed. Galen was Tristen’s friend—her friend. Just a nice guy. She leaned her head on Tristen’s shoulder and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the sensation of Galen pressed against her other side.
It was a good thing she didn’t get car sick, because the ride to the club was long and twisty. When the car rolled to a stop, she was surprised to find she had dozed off. School, cheer, tutoring…it had been an incredibly long day. She wanted to spend time with Tristen, but she wished they could just be at home.
They piled out of the car, and everyone followed as Tristen pushed his way to the front of the line. Lauren could hear the mumbles: “Who the hell do think they are?” Some people whispered, trying to figure out who was famous in the group. None of them was famous, but they were gifted and attractive; both worked in their favor at popular night clubs.
The large burly bouncer with the clipboard and the earpiece nodded, and another bouncer behind him opened the door. Loud, throbbing music pulled them into the darkness.
Tony’s was big—several rooms, in fact. But the front door opened into the main bar and dance floor, where strobe lights bounced off the walls and smoke from a fog machine made the room look mysterious.
Lauren smiled; it was a good crowd to disappear in, to let loose and enjoy herself.
Connor, Garret, and Galen took off in different directions, on the prowl for their enjoyment for the evening. Lauren didn’t envy them; she much preferred to be in a relationship. She squeezed Tristen’s hand, and he turned and gave her one of his brilliant smiles. His teeth and white shirt glowed beneath the black lights.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and tugging her close. He pressed a kiss to her temple.
Lauren realized it was the first time he’d spoken to her since she got to his house, but she let it slide.
It was impossible to hear anything between the hundreds of voices and the band, so Lauren just relaxed and enjoyed the music as Tristen pulled her onto the crowded dance floor.
She truly loved dancing. It was freeing to feel the music and let her body take over. They danced for hours, bodies moving together to the beat, stealing kisses and fingers trailing over each other modestly, but with a heat that brought a flush to Lauren’s face that had nothing to do with being hot.
Some time later, Tristen’s arms tightened around her waist and he put his lips to her ear.
Tristen preceded them out the door and Galen’s eyes caught hers. “Hey, Lauren.”
Without warning, Lauren’s heart skipped a beat. She had always really liked him. He never made her feel uncomfortable, and he wasn’t obnoxious like most of Tristen’s friends. Unable to stop the errant thought, she mused, If I were single, I would be so into him . Then she flushed as she realized what she was thinking. That was so not fair to Tristen.
“Hi, Galen.” Lauren smiled at him and hoped she wasn’t blushing. I love Tristen , she reprimanded herself. So much.
His amber gaze lingered on hers until he passed through the doorway.
Outside, Garret smirked as he whipped his car keys from his pocket and dangled them in the air. “I’m driving.”
Great . Garret had a lead foot and liked to antagonize the cops. Lauren hoped they would make it to Tony’s in one piece.
His shiny red Jaguar was parked on the street—in direct violation of Tristen’s homeowner’s association regulations. Garret was such an arrogant jerk. Lauren shook her head, but kept her opinion to herself.
“Shotgun!” Connor yelled.
Lauren, Tristen, and Galen piled into the back—a tight fit with Lauren squished between the two men. She glanced to her left, sneaking a peek at Galen, who had his face turned away, his long fingers tapping on his knees absently. His thigh felt abnormally hot where it rested against hers.
Oh my gods, I have to stop being stupid. She sighed. Galen was Tristen’s friend—her friend. Just a nice guy. She leaned her head on Tristen’s shoulder and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the sensation of Galen pressed against her other side.
It was a good thing she didn’t get car sick, because the ride to the club was long and twisty. When the car rolled to a stop, she was surprised to find she had dozed off. School, cheer, tutoring…it had been an incredibly long day. She wanted to spend time with Tristen, but she wished they could just be at home.
They piled out of the car, and everyone followed as Tristen pushed his way to the front of the line. Lauren could hear the mumbles: “Who the hell do think they are?” Some people whispered, trying to figure out who was famous in the group. None of them was famous, but they were gifted and attractive; both worked in their favor at popular night clubs.
The large burly bouncer with the clipboard and the earpiece nodded, and another bouncer behind him opened the door. Loud, throbbing music pulled them into the darkness.
Tony’s was big—several rooms, in fact. But the front door opened into the main bar and dance floor, where strobe lights bounced off the walls and smoke from a fog machine made the room look mysterious.
Lauren smiled; it was a good crowd to disappear in, to let loose and enjoy herself.
Connor, Garret, and Galen took off in different directions, on the prowl for their enjoyment for the evening. Lauren didn’t envy them; she much preferred to be in a relationship. She squeezed Tristen’s hand, and he turned and gave her one of his brilliant smiles. His teeth and white shirt glowed beneath the black lights.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and tugging her close. He pressed a kiss to her temple.
Lauren realized it was the first time he’d spoken to her since she got to his house, but she let it slide.
It was impossible to hear anything between the hundreds of voices and the band, so Lauren just relaxed and enjoyed the music as Tristen pulled her onto the crowded dance floor.
She truly loved dancing. It was freeing to feel the music and let her body take over. They danced for hours, bodies moving together to the beat, stealing kisses and fingers trailing over each other modestly, but with a heat that brought a flush to Lauren’s face that had nothing to do with being hot.
Some time later, Tristen’s arms tightened around her waist and he put his lips to her ear.
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