Page 62 of Play It Sinful

Kenzie turns in her seat and glances at me. “Because I’m the birthday girl, and truth be told... because he wants to bone you.”

“Ken sounds like an ass,” Sean mutters.

I shake my head. “It’d take more than premium parking to convince me to fuck someone.”

“Oh God. Of course. Besides, I don’t think he’s all that, even though most of the girls at All Saints think he’s the king.”

“He was already pretty popular last year.”

“Can we stop talking about this douche canoe?” Sean grumbles.

Kenzie looks at him. “Geez, relax. You’d better not be a grump all night.”

“Can’t make any promises.”

I’m highly amused by Sean’s sour mood. He’s jealous, and I love knowing that. It’s another sign that I threw the no-attachment rule out the window. Possessive Sean is giving me the damn feels, butterflies in the stomach and all.

Sean drives all the way up to the garage. “The door is closed. Now what?”

“Ken gave met the code. One sec.” Kenzie gets out of the car and, while she’s busy putting in the passcode, Sean turns to me.

“If this Ken person tries anything with you, I’ll make him look like the doll... junkless.”

My brows arch. “Savage. You’d better control your caveman impulses, Sean. You’re not my boyfriend.”

Sean clenches his jaw hard enough that his muscles twitch. My pulse speeds up as anticipation grows. I find myself wanting him to say that I’m wrong. Heismy boyfriend.

It’s a fucking stupid desire.

The garage door opens, and Sean pulls in and parks. I sag against the seat, feeling gloomy. But I have only a few seconds to wallow before Kenzie opens the door for me. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah.” I force a smile to my lips. She doesn’t deserve Sean and me to be sourpusses. It’s her eighteenth birthday, after all.

I get out of the car, and Kenzie links her arm with mine. We lead and Sean follows us. I purposefully don’t look at his face, but I bet he’s sulking.

Entering the house through the garage door means we’re right in the thick of the party. The kitchen is always one of the busiest rooms. There’s a mixed group of guys and girls taking Jell-O shots.

“Look who’s here, bitches!” Kenzie lifts one arm.

“Kenzie! You made it!” a girl with purple hair and a nose ring shouts.

People crowding the kitchen lift their cups and greet us, but I don’t recognize any of them.

“Guys, this is my brother Sean and my sister Ashley,” Kenzie introduces us.

Purple-hair girl arches a brow. “Oh, I know you. You were a cheerleader last year, right?”

“Yeah, head cheerleader,” I reply, and cringe. It sounds like I’m bragging.

“I’m Lola, and this is Patrick, Trevor, Mina, and Cora.”

“And we’re theElevensies,” Kenzie adds.

“Uh... what?” Sean chimes in.

“It’s the name of our band. Didn’t Kenzie tell you we’re playing tonight?”

I look at Kenzie with my jaw hanging low. “You’re in a band and didn’t tell us?”

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