Page 15 of Cross My Heart

The ride to the hotel is short. Of course we’d have a fancy ballroom for Prom. It is a rich town after all. Hell, half the population rides golf carts around the town to get around. Entitled pricks. I roll my eyes every time I see them. Scarlett and Noah are used to it though, and they get a kick out of me being annoyed over it. Guess they’re kind of entitled too.

Noah finds a parking spot near the back of the hotel. Away from the limos lining up in front of the lobby. And then we get out of the car. I offer one arm to Scarlett and so does Noah, and then we’re off, walking like the little trio that we are. Us against the world. Like always. Tonight feels like more. I just can’t put my finger on why.

The theme of the Prom is Vegas, and everything is decked out. There’s a huge casino sign where people are taking professional photos, and then there are circular tables perfectly placed around the room, red and black tablecloths adorning them. Cards are scattered on top like centerpieces, and an Arcade can be found in one corner of the room. It gives gambling vibes without the actual gambling.

It seems as if the entire student body is on the dance floor. Only a handful of people are currently seated. There’s even a bar that has mocktails, and I roll my eyes. Rich motherfuckers.

People are grinding to a song I don’t recognize, and I grab Scarlett’s hand and pull her toward the throng. Not exactly the most romantic thing. But she doesn’t seem to care, instead, she giggles and quickens her steps. Noah shakes his head and follows us, my free hand grabbing for his and then we get in a line.

Scarlett is to my front, her ass firmly pressed to my groin, and she begins to move to the beat of the music. Noah just stands there and stares, clearly unsure of what to do. We’re in a predicament. He’s either going to leave to find some other boy to dance with, or I have to take matters into my own hands. The latter wins out.

I pull him toward me until my mouth is pressed right against the shell of his ear, and he tenses. “Get behind me,” I murmur, and he rears back to look me in the eyes. I smirk. “Now.”

He shakes his head, but instead of walking away, he gets behind me and presses his dick right against my ass. His hard dick. My body suddenly feels like it’s on fire, and Scarlett’s ass against me feels like heaven. We move in unison to the beat of the music, and I realize that even though I’ve never done this before, we must not be half bad.

Noah holds on to my hips in a bruising grip, and I do the same to Scar. But I look over my shoulder to get a glimpse of his face, and his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth. I want to bite it myself. I want to lick it better. I want?—

He suddenly pushes away from me, face flushed and eyes flaring with something I don’t recognize. And then he walks away. I’m just about to go after him when the music changes to something slower. Scarlett turns around and puts her arms around my neck, and I sway her in a circle to get a better view of Noah. He’s going toward the bathroom, and my body deflates. But when I look back at Scar, she’s leaning in. She grabs the back of my head and pulls me down slowly. I have time to back out. I know that.

So why don’t I?

I lean in too, and she presses her lips to mine.

Scarlett, my best friend.

Scarlett, the fun girl.

Scarlett, the one who always makes the first move.

And she’s kissingme.

I close my eyes, slipping my tongue into her mouth, and she sucks on it hard. I moan, my stomach fluttering, a shiver running down my spine, and then she pulls away. There’s a dazed look on her face, her eyes opening slowly, and a wide smile takes over her lips.

And then she winks at me.

I grin.

But then I look around frantically, eyes scanning the room. Noah is nowhere to be found, thank God. The last thing I want is for him to witness this.

Guilt slams into me full-force and it must show on my face because Scarlett frowns. But I just grab her hand and pull her after me. Getting off the dance floor to find a table and wait for Noah. He clearly doesn’t want to dance, and I don’t want him to be alone the entire night. I know he only came here for Scar, but it’s not fair to him to be ignored the whole time.

The next few hours go by fast, and then we’re getting in the car. We’re headed to Noah’s house now. His parents went out of town to the beach, coincidentally on prom night. It was their blessing to throw a party, but we’ve never beenthatsocial. Honestly, the thought of hanging out with other guys from our school isn’t appealing at all. I don’t have anything in common with them, except maybe football. They’re mostly assholes.

We finally pull up to Noah’s driveway, and Scarlett grins. She taps on the headrest from behind me, and I shake my head. What the hell does she want now? But I turn around and smile, then raise an eyebrow.

“Yes, Scarlett?” Noah looks back at her too.

“Let’s go skinny dipping!” she squeals, opening the car door and practically running to the front door.

Noah looks at me.Reallylooks at me. His sky-blue eyes are trained on my face and my stomach somersaults. But then he gets out of the car without a backward glance. He unlocks the front door, and Scarlett goes into the house. Instead of following her in, he looks back at me.

Are you coming?

I nod once and get out of the vehicle. He locks it, and I follow him inside. The house is dark and quiet, but instead of turning on the lights, we follow Scarlett through the living area and to the back sliding door. She takes off her high heels as soon as she makes it to the chair beside the pool, and then she’s unzipping her dress. My mouth goes dry.

“Scarlett,” Noah growls. “You can’t?—”

But she’s already letting her dress fall to the ground. And she’s not wearing a bra. I look away. But not before I got a glimpse of perfectly round breasts with the lightest pink nipples I’ve ever seen. I shake my head, and she laughs.

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