Page 68 of Wings of Destiny

There was a twinkle in Libby’s eye as she asked, “So Seth, playboy over here has his eyes on all the ladies, as per usual,” she paused, letting the suspense build apparently. “Is there a lady who’s caught your eye?” I froze. There had to be. Of course there was. Nausea rolled through me.

I mean look at the guy.

Seth stiffened beside me before loosening up once more. I waited with bated breath. “Lib, what are we, teenagers? You can ask a better question than that.”

“Hmph! You can either answer that or you’re getting a dare instead,” Libby retorted. Her playful expression soured.

“Guess I’m taking a dare then,” Seth clipped.

Libby’s expression morphed into an evil grin and on her delicate, beautiful pixie-like features, it was utterly terrifying. “Then Seth, it’s your turn to give some of us a show,” her eyes flicked to me. “Throw that shirt off. Derik, you pick the music.”

Oh my God.

Please no.

Libby. Don’t do this to me.

I need a boulder or a building, anything to hide under.

Derik hit play on his phone, another throwback song came on. I threw back another shot and nearly choked as the music that came out of Derik’s phone was directly from a very specific movie that had came out a few years ago that revolved around male strippers. I’d snuck into a theater to see it when it first came out, having dragged Seth with me. It was right after I moved out here and I didn’t want to go alone.

That’s it. I’m going to die. Right here.

My best friend is about to strip his shirt off.

And I can’t keep my newly dirty thoughts to myself.

I’m done for.

Fucking fuck.

And Seth must’ve remembered too because he threw me a wink. Then proceeded to take his time gliding his shirt up over his tanned, sculpted-by-the-gods abs. Black wisps of hair trailed from his chest down to the hem of his pants, perfectly accentuating the deep V leading directly to what was hidden underneath. My eyes trailed up and down, soaking in the view. I’d seen him shirtless countless times during lifting sessions, running, and just lounging around his massive house during the summer. But this was wholly different. Seth tugged his shirt over his head and swung it in circles above his head, his hips rotating in time with each whirl. My mouth hung open, practically panting. My heart did a somersault.

Holy shit.

Libby and Derik whooped and hollered for him to drop his pants. I snatched another shot off the floor and gulped it down. Seth took that opportunity to toss his shirt at me and winked. He lowered his pants down, stopping right at his hips, his boxers peeking out.

My eyes widened; cheeks fully flushed. He jumped off the table, landing lightly on his feet, swaggering back to his blanket pile next to me.

I…I…

He whispered, “Enjoy the show, Erin?” He chuckled huskily.

Yes. A thousand times yes.

Wait no.

This isn’t me.

I blinked at him, shock and heat coursing through my entire body.

It has to be all the alcohol.

Libby dared him. You’re all drunk as hell.

And he knows how easy it is to embarrass you.

Chill the hell out. That’s all that was.

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