love.”
“Maybe,” I mutter back.
“I think he’s not the only one.”
“Yeah, Belle looks a little sprung herself.”
“I wasn’t talking about her.” I turn sharply to Nick. With a lick of his lips, he tips his head down to where the napkin is in my hands, “Use it.”
I hum to myself, slide the number in my bikini top, and back away from him, maintaining eye contact, feeling conflicted. I know I shouldn’t use it, and that I probably won’t, but part of me really is dying to—just once before we leave this town. Yikes!
“Let’s go, Belle,” I pull her arm, removing her from Dub’s trance as he winks at her.
“Remember to call me,” Dubs shoots his finger at her.
Pulling her out of the front door, she giggles and looks at me, “Did you see him? Y-U-M!”
“Shh,” I giggle as she intertwines her arm with mine, snickering joyfully.
We catch up with the guys, who aren’t waiting too far away from the mansion, and head the direction we came from. Belle lets Peter’s arm drape around her, letting, I assume, the thoughts of Dubs leave her mind. Aiden veers over to walk beside his brother, leaving me with Justin, who is heeling at my side with his hands in his pockets, like a hurt puppy.
A safe distance away, Peter glances over his shoulder, trying to stifle his snicker, “Didn’t everyone just have a great time?”
Knowing where Peter’s headed, I clear my throat, and Aiden answers for me instead, “Yeah. Met some really amazing girls.”
“Did you hear that DJ?” Eiden inputs.
“The food was delicious,” my opinion seems innocent.
“Not the only thing you found delicious, was it?” Peter slyly says.
“Peter,” Belle snaps.
“What? I was just saying the twinkle in her eye wasn’t coming from that dessert she was licking off her fork. Speaking of, did you lick—”
“Peter!” she yells again, this time louder.
Justin puffs out his chest, “Look, she was only with him because it was his party. If Peyton would’ve blown off the host—”
“For the record, I tried.”
“And he wouldn’t take no for an answer? Remind you of anyone?” Peter winks as Justin continues.
“It would’ve raised suspicions. He would’ve poked around and asked more questions, tried to figure out why she was at the party instead of letting us all eat and drink merrily.”
Eiden mumbles, “Some of us more merrily than others.”
“If Peyton would’ve done anything to draw attention to us like that, we would’ve spent the morning running,” Justin clarifies. “So, if anything, we should thank Peyton for her services and taking one for the team.”
“She probably did take one for the team, and one for herself,” Peter snickers before turning to me. “Thanks, Peyton, for somehow managing to find the one person at the party who could potentially ruin the con we were running. Once again, you know just how to mess up the easy things.” Feeling my blood boil, I shut my eyes tightly, fighting the urge to snap, when I hear Peter ramble on, “Geez, you just can’t do anything right. I swear—”
“Shut up!” My coolness is lost as I stop in the middle of the sand with a significant distance still to go to our bags.
Everyone else stops dead
“Maybe,” I mutter back.
“I think he’s not the only one.”
“Yeah, Belle looks a little sprung herself.”
“I wasn’t talking about her.” I turn sharply to Nick. With a lick of his lips, he tips his head down to where the napkin is in my hands, “Use it.”
I hum to myself, slide the number in my bikini top, and back away from him, maintaining eye contact, feeling conflicted. I know I shouldn’t use it, and that I probably won’t, but part of me really is dying to—just once before we leave this town. Yikes!
“Let’s go, Belle,” I pull her arm, removing her from Dub’s trance as he winks at her.
“Remember to call me,” Dubs shoots his finger at her.
Pulling her out of the front door, she giggles and looks at me, “Did you see him? Y-U-M!”
“Shh,” I giggle as she intertwines her arm with mine, snickering joyfully.
We catch up with the guys, who aren’t waiting too far away from the mansion, and head the direction we came from. Belle lets Peter’s arm drape around her, letting, I assume, the thoughts of Dubs leave her mind. Aiden veers over to walk beside his brother, leaving me with Justin, who is heeling at my side with his hands in his pockets, like a hurt puppy.
A safe distance away, Peter glances over his shoulder, trying to stifle his snicker, “Didn’t everyone just have a great time?”
Knowing where Peter’s headed, I clear my throat, and Aiden answers for me instead, “Yeah. Met some really amazing girls.”
“Did you hear that DJ?” Eiden inputs.
“The food was delicious,” my opinion seems innocent.
“Not the only thing you found delicious, was it?” Peter slyly says.
“Peter,” Belle snaps.
“What? I was just saying the twinkle in her eye wasn’t coming from that dessert she was licking off her fork. Speaking of, did you lick—”
“Peter!” she yells again, this time louder.
Justin puffs out his chest, “Look, she was only with him because it was his party. If Peyton would’ve blown off the host—”
“For the record, I tried.”
“And he wouldn’t take no for an answer? Remind you of anyone?” Peter winks as Justin continues.
“It would’ve raised suspicions. He would’ve poked around and asked more questions, tried to figure out why she was at the party instead of letting us all eat and drink merrily.”
Eiden mumbles, “Some of us more merrily than others.”
“If Peyton would’ve done anything to draw attention to us like that, we would’ve spent the morning running,” Justin clarifies. “So, if anything, we should thank Peyton for her services and taking one for the team.”
“She probably did take one for the team, and one for herself,” Peter snickers before turning to me. “Thanks, Peyton, for somehow managing to find the one person at the party who could potentially ruin the con we were running. Once again, you know just how to mess up the easy things.” Feeling my blood boil, I shut my eyes tightly, fighting the urge to snap, when I hear Peter ramble on, “Geez, you just can’t do anything right. I swear—”
“Shut up!” My coolness is lost as I stop in the middle of the sand with a significant distance still to go to our bags.
Everyone else stops dead
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