Page 42 of Catching Feeling

Tonight’s about having fun and trying to unwind from the last couple of weeks of nonstop stress. I need this. And if I keep being in my head about things, then I won’t be able to enjoy it.

The restaurant’s packed when we make it inside. Apparently, this is a hot spot tonight, but I can totally see why. The vibe is very chill, cozy, and intimate without feeling overly stuffy and fancy.

The kind of place you can enjoy your dinner and not worry about which fork comes first. Thankfully, I feel less anxious now that we’re here. Partly because in the last half of the ride, Reese told a story about his sister, Rosie, from when they were younger, and it was hilarious.

It’s honestly adorable seeing how much he loves her.

The waiter takes us to a round booth that’s tucked into the back corner of the restaurant, and of course, I end up sitting next to Reese.

He grins, and I ignore him by picking up the menu and pretending to be very interested in what’s on it, even though I’m not hungry.

Jesus, why does he have to smell this good?

I can’t even concentrate on the words in front of me because his stupid cologne is turning me on.

I’m too horny for this.

He reaches past me for the other menu, brushing along my chest when he does.

“Can you not?” I hiss quietly.

Smirking, he opens the menu. “Can I not what? Please be more specific, Viv.”

Exist? Breathe in my general direction because it turns me on when it shouldn’t?

I glance over at Hallie and Lane, who are bent together over one menu like the lovesick couple that they are, before dragging my eyes back to Reese. “Sit so close to me? I feel like I can’t breathe. You’re suffocating me.”

God, is it hot in here?

He doesn’t respond to my remark, only continues to gaze down at the menu like he’s trying to decide on his future, and not what entree to get.

“Mmm. All of this sounds delicious.” He muses with a tilt of his lips.

I feel his leg brush against the bare skin of my thigh beneath the table as he moves in his seat, and I almost groan out loud.

Why did I agree to this? This was the worst idea, and I have no clue how I’m going to make it through the next hour sitting this close to the man I want to throttle, and bang at the same time.

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viv

The Party Pirate

Unintentional self-sabotaging is a thing.

And apparently, it’s the only thing on my agenda from the moment I walk into the Kappa house after dinner. Where he drove me absolutely insane, until I felt like I was going to dry hump his leg at the table or something nuts that is very unlike me.

You know what’s worse than wanting to have sex with your roommate who never wears a shirt and has stupid muscles and is the most annoying person you’ve ever met?

Being drunk and jealous while said roommate is across the room laughing at a fun-sized cleat chaser wearing nothing but Barbie-pink lingerie.

Clearly, it’s the absolute funniest thing in the world, judging by how hard he’s laughing.

My lips tighten in a scowl when she leans in and puts her perfectly manicured hand on his bicep and bats her eyelashes.

Well, what a bunch of comedians they are.

Of course, the girl he’s talking to is the epitome of perfection with her tiny little scraps of lingerie that are leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. I’m pretty sure if she bends over even slightly, her vagina lips would be hanging out of the dental floss she’s wearing.

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