Page 3 of Mine to Keep

We followed behind Lewis. No one else was at the table; I could see them on the dance floor.

Lewis took his shot and faced me. “I’m gonna let them know their shots are here.” He pointed at the stranger. “I’ll just be a minute.”

The guy chuckled. “He’s protective.”

I looked at the man. He was tall, built, and I tried to focus on his face but couldn’t really. “Wanna make out?”

The man grinned even wider. “Very much.”

I couldn’t believe that had worked. “Come on, fast, before Lewis returns.”

I dragged Hottie Stranger with me toward the bathroom. There wasn’t a great place for any quickies at The Alibi, so a stall would have to do. We were halfway down the hallway when I heard someone call my name.

We stopped and I turned to see a figure walking our way. There was something familiar about him.

“Matt, hey.”

“Hi?”

“You know this guy?” Hottie Stranger asked…and that was annoying.

“What’s your name?” I squinted so I could focus on his pretty face.

He smirked. “Steve.”

I was staring at him, feeling all warm and gooey inside, and then my bubble burst.

“Mattie, what’s up?”

Mattie, literally nobody called me that.

“Who are you calling Mattie?” I squinted at the man…Oh, he was pretty too. So many gorgeous specimens. He truly was familiar. I knew him from somewhere.

“Sorry, dude, I’m not letting you take him to the bathroom to do whatever it is you think you’re about to do.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but Steve beat me to it. “I’d never do anything without consent, Matt invited me.”

Hottie-familiar-man quirked a brow…I think. “An inebriated person.” He eyed me from head to toe. “A very inebriated person invited you? Anytime someone is this drunk, there’s no consent.”

“Who are you to police his choices?”

This was right out of a fantasy. Two delicious guys fighting over little old me. I leaned against the wall…Oh, it was nice and cool.

“He can barely stand, shitdick, so if you want to keep your legs, face, and arms intact, I suggest you piss right the fuck off!” Familiar man was winning.

“Fuck this. No one is worth this drama.” Steve glared at me and stormed off.

“Bye, Steve,” I yelled, then ogled the hottie blond. “So, you win…Do I get my surprise?” I reached for his belt, but he backed away.

“I’m taking you home.”

“Pardon me? I mean…did I say pardon? Did that come out right?”

“Jesus,” he mumbled. “Come on, Matt, I already told your friends I’d take you home.”

“Who are you? They’d never let a stranger whisk me away to the whatevers.”

“It’s Nick, Matt. Nick Saint. You’ve been staying at our house for five months, and you can’t recognize me? You’re trashed. Let’s go.” He went to grab me, but I pulled away.

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