Page 131 of Vile Boys

The girls sit in the back, and Kayla’s hand hovers over her fork as she opens her mouth. I speed my way over to their table and steal the fork, then swiftly take a bite out of the strawberry cake piece they ordered for me.

“Aw, I got so excited,” Kayla says.

“Too bad,” I say, winking. “This cake is mine.”

She grins. “I love it when you get all aggressive.”

“Aggressive?” I scoff.

“Who doesn’t get aggressive over food,” Penelope says, snorting as she takes a bite of her carrot cake.

“Excuse me, I don’t get aggressive,” I respond.

“Sure, you don’t,” Kayla says, laughing before she sticks a fork into my cake. I literally pull the plate away and protect it with my life.

She raises a brow. “See?”

“Mine.”

“Hold up,” Penelope mutters as she looks at the front door. “Isn’t that one of those Tartarus boys?”

My heart immediately sinks into my shoes.

Oh God.

I hope it’s not Caleb again.

I really don’t want to look.

“Oh my God, you’re right,” Kayla says. “That’s Blaine. With a guy.”

Wait, what?

I turn around in my seat, the wavy black hair and extravagant clothes giving it away. He’s actually groping someone’s ass in front of the counter while they place an order.

“What is he doing here?” I ask.

“Getting cake, obviously,” Kayla says, snorting. “And not just the one behind the display.”

Penelope gasps. “Oh my God, Kayla.”

“What? Look at them. They are so dating,” she says.

“Blaine?” I mutter. “Dating?”

It hadn’t crossed my mind that was even an option with those Tartarus boys. I always thought they only cared about their own pleasure, not to date other people.

But then the two turn sideways, and my jaw is on the floor because Blaine smashes his lips on the guy’s mouth in full view of everyone in this shop. And not just a simple kiss—no, an actual straight-up French kiss where he grips his throat and makes sounds.

“Good God, is it hot in here?” Kayla fans her own face with the napkin.

And I struggle to even breathe.

Because the first thing he does as their lips are still tethered to each other is look at me.

I immediately turn around and pretend I don’t exist, shoveling my cake into my mouth like it’s nobody’s business.

“I wonder who it is,” Penelope mutters.

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