Page 64 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

“All right.”

“Thanks, sexy.” She returns his smile, laying it onthickas she rubs his arm. “Oh, wow, has someone been working out?”

I can’t be held responsible for redecorating this house with vomit if they keep this up.

“We playing or what?” Aaron cuts their nauseous flirting short.

TJ looks up at me, a hint of a smile dancing on his face when he sees how repulsed I am by the scene. It’s clear he’s just tryingto get a rise out of me. And Heather is just trying to get a rise out of Aaron.

And as much as I hate to admit it…

It’s working.

TJ might beon my “avoid at all costs” list these days, but I’ve got to give it to him…

The guy is a beast at beer pong.

As predicted, he wiped the floor with us. And that’s with Heather missing every single shot. It’s about time the game ended, too. I don’t know how much longer I could have survived watching Heather drool all over him.

“Good game,” Aaron says, extending his hand for a high five.

I barely have time to high-five him before Dia’s turning the corner and grabbing my arm. “Enough beer pong. Let’s dance.”

She has me on the dance floor in the living room in the blink of an eye.The beer pong game we lost consisted of alotof chugging, and the booze is starting to take effect. Hell, I’m even on the verge of having a good time.

Until I realize Heather thought it would be a good idea to follow us onto the dance floor—with TJ, might I add.

I direct all of my energy into pretending that I don’t see her rubbing against him like a cat in heat. Flashing strobe lights sync with the beat of the music, and the bass is so loud I can feel it deep in my chest cavity.

Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.

One glance in TJ’s direction is enough for our gazes to fuse together. TJ watches me watch him, dark eyes burning into my skin as a wasted Heather presses her back to his chest and drops it low, rocking against his cock repeatedly.

She’s pulling all the stops, teasing him with each sway of her hips, but he doesn’t acknowledge her, keeping his eyes strictly on me.

A pang of jealousy flickers in my chest when his big hands come down to grip her waist, and he clutches her body to his so tightly she must feel all of him against her ass.

A subtle hint of satisfaction stretches across his face at the clear display of bitterness on mine. All I can do in return is shoot him a look that’s packed with disgust, anger, and, as much as I try to hide it, disappointment.

I’m not an insecure girl—not anymore, at least—but seeing TJ bury his nose into the crook of Heather’s neck, grazing her jaw with his lips as they dance… it’s making me feel like that girl I used to be.

The girl who used to beg for a guy’s attention.

Heather puts an end to her provocative dancing a minute later and turns to whisper something into TJ’s ear.

He responds with a nod.

She proceeds to take his hand and pull him off the dance floor. The wave of emotions raging in my chest evolves into a full-blown storm when they make a beeline for the staircase…

And go up the stairs together.

Lacey

Idon’t care that he went upstairs with her.

You hear that, me? If TJ wants to fuck Heather after she ruined one of his closest friend’s relationships, he’s free to do so.

I stepped into the backyard for a breath of fresh air five minutes ago. Five minutes. That’s how long it’s been since Heather took TJ’s hand and led him up those stairs, but who’s counting?

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